Transplanted Life
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
My first instinct when I had brush my hair from my eyes this morning was to find a barber and have him cut it off, but I remembered what that cost last time. Besides, I've never had long hair, and it's not something that would make me look sloppy or the like right now. So why not try that out? Heck, might as well let it grow until I can do the "naked from the waist up but with her hair hiding her nipples" thing. I always liked that look.

The thing is, though, the hair care products that come into play once you have enough hair to pay attention to scare the heck out of me. Literally - when I'm in the supermarket, I'll pick up a bottle of hairspray and the first thing that comes to mind is my head bursting into flames, and not being able to put it out until I finally look like Ghost Rider. Hot oil or curlers? You've got to be kidding. Right now I don't know which shampoo and/or conditioner I should be buying, being used to just picking up a Head & Shoulders 2-in-1 for so long.

Still, I at least know it's worth it - I remember how this body looked with longer hair, and I think it'll look even better with that hair its natural color. And there is, in fact, something satisfying about looking in the mirror and liking what I see, even if what I see there isn't what my instincts still tell me should be there. It means I'm doing more than just surviving.

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