Wild Minds and her writing exercises, which sent me –among others– to Pumping your muse prompts, which suggested writing about haircuts!
Well, like most girls I guess I never thought twice about my hair until I was a teenager, when it became a primary concern. You see, I had frizzy hair, and in those days, it was fashionable to have smooth and straight hair. With me, it could only be achieved through a lot of work with the hairdryer. As I wasn’t really patient (still one of my faults) I was always looking for the miracle cure or haircut that would save me time and make me look great.
I remember very well this haircut. I got out of the hairdresser’s and felt like sobbing. That hairdo was just not me and I hated it. AND I knew that as soon as I washed my hair, it would become frizzy again, and as it was just the wrong length, I would look even more awful. I remember having lunch with my mother, and how she told me that my hair would grow and it wouldn’t be all that bad –even SHE thought it looked terrible. But somehow it didn’t help.
Still, as time goes by, one becomes more indulgent with oneself. At the time when both photos were taken, I thought I looked awful. Now I think I was rather good-looking.