This happens to me every time.
Those who knew me BC (before college) know me as someone with long, permed hair.
Those who knew me in college know me as someone with short to really short hair.
I've been trying to grow it out ever since I graduated from college.
It never makes it past my shoulders.
This time, though, I have felt empowered. I am going to grow this head o' hair o' mine until it touches my toes (when I'm in the Uttanasana pose, of course).
For whatever reason, when I see Mia Michaels on So You Think You Can Dance, all I want to do is rock the short cut once again. She isn't some young, pixie-faced model. She's a woman! And she rocks it.
Heaven help me and this hair of mine.
This message brought to you by the really important things in life: hair and vanity.
1. rain and sunshine all in one day
2. Johnny referring to a statue of Brigham Young as "Dave"