All off

It sounds stupid but one of the things I was sore about in the breakup was that I couldn't get my hair cut.  

More specifically, I couldn't get that drastic, post-breakup, defiantly fabulous haircut that everyone seems to get shortly after they're dumped.

Unfortunately, I had cut my hair right before I saw my then-boyfriend for the last time and even though I was in the throes of misery afterwards, short of shaving my head (not work approved), there was nowhere to go.

So I stayed with the hair through the straggly growing out stage and found other ways to reinvent myself (knitting, anyone?).  

Lately however, since I was starting to feel more and more like my old self (and also a new version of myself that I hadn't met before), I thought it was time.  And I really wanted it all off.  I thought about all the people I knew who rocked very short hair (Pri, various girls from pole class) and I was absolutely certain I was going to make it work no matter what.

Friends told me to think about it carefully, just in case I regretted it, but I'm not a girl who is married to her locks.  It's just friggin' hair and it grows back, last I checked.  I hack it off every two years for fun and this was going to be no different, except that now, I'm even less worried about what anyone will think and more sure of what I want.

So I made an appointment with my regular guy and I went down this morning.  

It gets wavy and flippy and frizzy and messy and when I run my fingers through it I look like Robert Smith

But I have never felt more attractive in my life.

And I regret nothing.