Hair… Not the Musical
I wore my hair down the other day; it had been about 8 months since I’d done so. My classmates at CSU said things like, “Whoa, your hair is really pretty, I didn’t know it was so long.” Or, “you should wear your hair down more often.” These were awesome things to hear, and I might admit to having done a casual hair flip, but inside I was ready to claw my face off. The wind was blowing, as per usual, in the vortex of the quad and the pale pink Mac lip gloss I had applied earlier that day was acting as a magnet to my hair. Every strand was stuck to my lips until I looked like a blond crazed version of Cousin Itt. Loose flyaways reached up and tickled my face so that by the end of the day I ended up with a trail of fingernail ruts across my nose from the scratching.
Why do I have long hair then, you might ask? Dorothy Hamill, trauma, and a 4th grade promise, that’s why. Read more