To grow or not to grow my hair longer. There’s a very awkward phase (I hope most people go through it or I will just feel awful) that my hair goes through between “medium” and “long.” It’s the reason why I have only had “long” hair once in my whole life. Back in my volleyball/cheerleading days in high school (Oh, believe me, I know. Cheerleading?)
Anyway, I’m growing my hair out and haven’t had a hair-cut in 10 months. My dilemma? Since I took out my Monroe piercing (in the name of professionalism) and my hair is in some weirdly-awkward phase…I can’t help but feel sometimes like I look a little bit more mature than I feel. I used to feel mod and love doing different styles with my hair. Now I have three choices (since I hate elaborate long-hair styles…I feel like they’re always out of a Kohl’s catalog): Up, Straight and Curly.
So, the story of my hair. Isaiah’s mom owns a rad hair salon in Aurora, where we’re from. She gave me the first haircut I ever really felt like myself wearing. It was a short bob with uber-short fluttery bangs. I don’t know why I loved it so, but I did. This is the only photo I have of it at my mom’s wedding…where I look a little bit like a boy.
Next up, lots-of-layers and way shorter. It looked more rock-star in person than here on Isaiah’s and my first “real” date in Texas.
As it grew out, it kept the shape and what not of extra chunky layers and short bangs.
Isaiah and I while it grew out more.
So now my hair is getting longer…but I feel so plain nowadays. Not at all like the indie/rock-and-roll chick I feel like inside.
Thanks for going on my journey of hairstyles. Now, will somebody please help me decide whether or not to give up on the long-hair quest and go back to my short-hair roots or if I should stick it out? Is it worth it to have long hair on the big day or do I care? I can’t decide…but once I cut it, it’s gone and it takes an irritatingly long time to grow back out.
I’m itching for change, I think. Procrastinating finals with Clueless and hoping for an answer on this question of (sadly) dire importance to me.