Even though my sister lives in Cincinnati, I feel like she’s with me today. I just finished getting my hair done and my stylist said, “Do you ever straighten your hair?” And I said no, I never straighten it. It takes a long time, looks funny, and makes me grumpy. I told her that I have come to terms with my curly hair. I explained that even though curly hair is only in style about once every five years or so, I just wait for that moment and then try to really shine while it lasts.
She offered to straighten my hair with her flat iron just for fun and to double check part of the cut.
When she finished straightening my hair FIVE SECONDS LATER, I stared in the mirror and said, “Holy crap, I look like Leslie!”
Leslie has gorgeous, thick, shiny straight hair that I have envied for the better part of my life. That’s her in the middle of this picture. (By the way, Les, time to post more pictures of yourself on your blog. This was a real chore to find.)
Until this morning, I had come to terms and learned to like my hair, but then I saw that this could be done in a short amount of time and I completely gave up on all of the self-acceptance I’d been working on for the past fifteen years.
Since that moment, I have accomplished nothing more than staring at myself in the mirror and trying my new hair on with all of my various looks to see if I’m still me.
I give you New Hair with Happy Face:
“I don’t care if you’re married to Tom Cruise, I don’t have time to take you shopping today.”
But everything looks good with a happy face. How about New Hair with Bloated Face:
“Give me my Pamprin. Now!”
Let’s try New Hair with Smug Face.
“If I’m not mistaken, I’m the one who told you that Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the Alphabet Song are the same tune.”
And how about New Hair with Pensive Face?
“Let’s see, shall I get to work or go walk around Target?”
Let us not forget the occasional New Hair with I Hate Your Guts Face:
“What do you mean when you say that my hair looks ‘WAAAAY’ better than it used to?”
OK, that’s all the time I have for now. I have a lot of things I need to do, like stare at myself in the mirror for a few more hours and pretend I’m hanging out with my sister.
