Let's talk hair. Hair is a body part, isn't it? Kinda sorta?? The hair on top of our noggins, not even going to the hair-in-odd places that my friend Zura mentioned in her comment on the inadequate eyelashes post (eyelashes on toes! yikes).
I think the hair on top of our heads is trouble enough for one post.
I'm sick of mine. For over a month I've been sick of it. It's hot and humid right now (summer) where I live (I think I might have mentioned this about 9,003 times lately - give or take - sorry for the repetition) which wreaks havoc on my hair (not to mention my nerves, not that anyone can tell - hahahahahhahahhhhhhh).
My hair is full. Not full like fluffy with waves or body or curls. Full as in "lots of it". Tons of it - I have fat hair. There are approximately 42,000 hairs per square inch on my head. That's a lot of heavy, straight hair to have flopping down on one's head during hot, humid weather. Picture Moe from the Three Stooges, but with highlights. And did I mention that it's hot?!?
I have gotten good hair cuts (not recently) - and then my hair feels fine - wonderful even. More often though, I bring a picture to my stylist and she cuts and cuts and when she's done I put my glasses on (can't see a damn thing without them*) and look - and I'm not thrilled.
Occasionally she'll exclaim - in a very surprised voice: "Ohhh, look at that! It looks just like the picture!!" Which bothers me. I sort of expect it to look just like the picture - it's a picture of my head - my haircut - the time she cut it just like I wanted. That's why I brought the picture...
This is where I stopped writing.
Ok, sort of - I wrote a little more about how I'm hunting for a new stylist - one who considers hair cutting an art form. And I probably mentioned something about my problem with staying places when it's time for me to move on.
But basically that's where I stopped.
And realized that I was grouchy. And didn't want to stay grouchy. And realized that I could use some ideas from Choosing Me! Body Connection ~ Body Love, the MP3 that the Square-Peg staff and I put together to promote feeling good about ourselves NOW, not after we're thinner, or more fit, or have a better hair cut! NOW!!
So I thought of baby-steps - doing something little that makes me happy. Like getting a glass of lemon soda (which I was introduced to out in Portland when I was visiting my friend Wenders) - and - Oh look! Now I'm smiling - and I'm cute when I smile - so you barely notice the crappy hair cut. Or - I could do a few stretches, or read some Rumi. Little stuff - baby steps.
I started the day (and the post) in a crabby, poopy way - like the awful kids' song (was it a jump rope song?):
Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
Gonna go outside and eat worms
Although my version was more like:I'm really bitchy
Everybody will hate me (and who gives a flying f*#!)
Gonna go downstairs and eat chocolate
because, really, what kind of dufus would eat worms?
But the day didn't end that way (and aren't we all glad about that?). Instead I moved just a tiny bit toward a brighter feeling. Which isn't bad considering the dumb-ass attitude I started with. And maybe feeling real good about myself wouldn't be realistic. But feeling a bit better wasn't so hard.
And it's not like I decided to cut my hair with the dog sheers and a bowl and attempt to make myself happy with that (as if). I'm still going to hunt for a stylist with a flair for cutting fat, straight hair - but I don't have to wait til I get a new hair cut to feel better.
Hmmm...it seems - in one way - as if I veered off the Body-Part talk completely - but in another way - I think I might have honed right in on it...
What's your take?
*Just thinking - the stylist could do something wildcrazy with my hair. I'd have no idea until I put the glasses on - how does she restrain herself? I'd be so tempted!