A couple weeks ago after I dropped G.I. Joe off for his last dreadful MEPS appointment, I had an urge. Once I was on my own I went to a $12 hair salon. The woman who cut my hair last time (back in December) had apparently moved. That should have sent off a red flag for me to run for the hills. But I stayed. I told this random woman what I wanted and she said it would look great with my face.
The second she started cutting my head was screaming "STOOOOOOOPPPPPPP! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??????" I knew for sure it was a bad sign when she cut one side half an inch shorter than she said she would. And with the cut I was getting, half an inch means a lot!
I felt vulnerable the moment she whipped off the black cape. I didn't want anyone in the crowded salon to look at me. I ran to Target to immediately stock up on bejeweled and flowered headbands and clips.
I kept thinking people must be looking at me thinking I was boy, or an old lady. Before I cut my hair I could pass for a senior in high school! Not so much now. I was so mad at myself for cutting so much off. Not to mention I was terribly nervous about what G.I. Joe was going to say the next day. I just knew he would go "Ewwww! My wife looks like a 12 year old boy! Can't take her out in public for a while." Luckily, he loved it. I still don't know why because I'm not even used to it yet.
This whole ordeal made me realize very quickly that I wasn't as self-assured as I should be. If that much of my confidence comes from my hair then it was time to chop it off. And to all the long silky strands that are in a dumpster somewhere, not on my head helping me pass for a teenager...I say good riddance!
PS~I almost forgot...the best part about my new 'do is that people have been saying I look more and more like my Lucy. I'll take that :)