Thursday, July 12, 2012

Got Hair?

It is in the heat of summer, and I can't stand my hair. I use my sunglasses as a hair accessory by keeping them on top of my head like a make-shift headband to pull back the annoying pieces that keep falling in my face.

But everytime I look in the mirror I see total disheveledness so I dug through some bathroom drawers and found hair combs. Yesterday I used one at the back of my head but today I am using two on each side because my hair isn't quite long enough to hold the hair neatly.

And to think four summers ago I had no hair to speak off! I remember buying tons of cotton handkerchiefs at Walmart, tying them backwards on to my head and topping it off with this straw hat that was ragged and dirty by September  because I wore it practically everyday (see picture).

If nothing else, I had a distinctive look. I called it my Alicia Keys phase. Who would have thought I would be missing those days? In some ways I do. Since I got my hair back, I can't seem to find a hairdresser that I am happy with. My old stylist kept my hair too long in the front so the sides started sticking out like dog ears. Last fall I told her to chop the sides off and I went back to this boring short look.

The last two hairdressers I've used seem to think my hair should be longer too. They don't take into account that fine hair looks flat and strangly in humidity. I can't pull of a well-groomed look no matter how hard I try in this God-forsaken weather. The hair combs are attempts at pulling myself together.

It's not working. I am going to get my hair highlighted with the only person I trust tomorrow. But I won't be getting a haircut till the first week in August. I don't know if I can hold out that that long.

When I get to this point of desparation, I do crazy things. I pull out scissors and start tinkering with my hair in the bathroom mirror. First its the bangs. Then I move to the back of my neck to and try to trim it. Then I pull out a shaver and try to "texturize" the top of my head. Needles to say the end result has never been that great.

I long for the days when I was a kid and spent the summer in pig tails, braids or a pony tail. It was so simple. I haven't had long hair like that since I was 17 years old. By September, I went back to school with a full head of highlights that I got courtesy of the beach and sun. No amount of hair color can replicate that pricesless look.

When I was bald four years ago, I swore I was going to let my hair keep growing and never cut it off.  But I always come to this place where I am now--feeling totally frustrated with my hair,  itching to whack off an inch or two.

Is it because after being bald so long I forgot how to manage it properly? Who knows. All I can tell you, is that if you don't have hair now, rest assured it will come back before you know it.

Once you get it back, you will be reminded that hair can be a real pain in the ass.


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