The Case of the Horrible Hair

May 9, 2009 - 4:19 PM

My hair was long-damaged, yes, but long.

My face is round. My cheeks apple when I smile, and my eyes disappear behind the folds of joyful skin.

Now, that bubbly face is surrounded by shoulder-length tresses that have caused me great stresses!

I have been day-dreaming lately of getting a little bit of hair trimmed from my small-of-the-back length blond hair that was the source of great confidence in my daily life. When all else failed, I could look in the mirror and say, "Hey, maybe you got a C, but damn girl, you got some great hair!" (Hypothetically of course!)

But last night, I cried for hours because when I looked in the mirror, I looked like Paul Simon after smoking weed and eating pizza for weeks on end (meaning that he didn't move and consumed 12481932879 calories a day with his mopped hair falling flat on his head).

Then, I went out to dinner at the Glenwood, which is a quaint little breakfast place near campus. Although the occasion was very subdued, I thought I might wear my new dress so that I could feel better about the way I looked after the haircut from hell.

I wore a black and blue dress with big pinky-orange roses going up the right side of it, adding a thick black belt for the waist and black heels (they were the only thing that really worked with the ensemble, you know?!)

NEEDLESS TO SAY... I was way over-dressed, so not only did I not feel better about the way I looked, I felt silly and a little ashamed (which is hilarious now, looking back on it).

But of course, before the night was over, my heel gave out as I was leaving the restaurant, and I fell...KERSPLAT! On the brick walkway in front of the restaurant, in a skirt....enough said.

I went home and cried for hours then resolved to watch Sex and the City...Today wasn't much better, but I know that soon, this will all be a memory...and hopefully I will forget.