Like any other little girl, I dream of long, bohemian locks, tousled to perfection and shimmering in the sun with the ferocity, a la Dragon Queen. Unlike many of my counterparts dreaming of long locks, I’m fickle with my hair color, changing it every few weeks and dutifully damaging virgin tresses.
Realizing the error of my ways, I quickly try to remedy the situation with stuff like this and this. The stuff works, but I’m usually at the point of no return. Most of the products are crutches I lean on, and my hair’s growth is stunted from breakage and split ends.
I’m not a stranger to short hair. I opted to shave my previously damaged hair in a bout of frustration. I loved it! The bald headed look was flattering on me surprisingly, and the grow-out period was fun to watch since I went through many different cuts.
It’s been a while since then, though, and I wanted to keep going strong on my path of growing out my hair to previously mid-back lengths. I don’t think it’s going to happen, though. As my mom says, my “hair looks bad.” It’s just not very vivacious on its own. I blame the genes. There are other factors too, but it’s just thin and limp.
There’s a reason I gravitate toward shorter styles. The hair looks bouncy and full of body, no matter how much I color it. Plus, it looks sick slicked back. So, I’m proclaiming a manifesto of realization of the error of my ways. I’m not meant to have long hair. I’m supposed to have bouncy bobs and possibly slightly longer lobs. And then, I’m meant to have extensions.
And, as if my wildly addictive Pinteresting personality madly searching for celeb lobs weren’t enough, my friend Andrea of PrettyProperQuaint came over today with her brand new lobby do (she has a guide on how to get your perfect haircut)! It’s a sign.