The Tribe Has Spoken

So, My Gazelle and I have been discussing my hair for about 3 months now. I mean, we talk about other things...but I've done a lot of talking about my hair.

It's curly. I straighten it. It's fluffy. I weigh it down. I'm sick of it. I've battled curly hair my entire life, and have come to terms with the fact that my life will always include a hot air brush and a flat iron. I'm ok with that.

What I'm not ok with is the size of my ginormous head. My head is abnormally large. I attribute it to additional brains in my cranium, but that's probably just my way of making myself feel better about the fact that the circumference of my head rivals that of an adult gorilla.

This is only exacerbated by the fact that I haven't had a haircut in...oh...4 months. And prior to my last haircut, I was "trying to let it grow out" for some strange reason. This means that the last hair cut I had might have taken off about 1/2" or less. Big deal.

Ginormous head + frizzy, grown-out haircut = self-esteem disaster.

A girl just needs a fabulous haircut.

Technology is a lovely thing. I just visited, and they let me upload my very own picture for free, then stick their haircuts on top of my virtual head. So, with much ado, I've decided to chop it off and get a neat, cute, shorter haircut.

This one. But ignore the puff of my own hair that is sticking up in the back since I was too lazy to properly pull my frizzy mess back like the instructions told me to. I don't really follow instructions very well. Clearly.

So, I was saying...THIS one.


It makes my head look smaller, no?

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