A Bit Of A Change

I don't know what it is about approaching 30, but something about having all this hair just started to feel wrong. Like if it got any longer I'd look like a member of that west Texas Mormon cult where the men take multiple wives. Seeing as I'm not quite ready to be mistaken for an extra on Big Love, I thought I'd not only shorten things up a bit, but that I'd also try and do something productive with the hair produced from the last four years of my life. I've decided to donate my hair to an organization that provides custom-made wigs for children with diseases that result in their having no hair. (I'm still trying to choose the right group to donate it to. Feel free to offer suggestions.)

Here is a before picture:



Here is a shot of the braid that my style guru Stephanie unceremoniously snipped from my head without so much as a warning:



And here is the after photo:



Despite Stephanie's no warning snip-snip, I think we can all agree the girl did yeoman's work. I feel so much better about myself. I feel lighter. Freer. Like I've lost 10 pounds without dieting. For the first time in years, I am going sans makeup and feel good about it. That above photo was taking a couple of days after I got my hair cut and I'm not wearing a stick over coverage. And do you know what? I don't feel bad about myself one bit. Which is a nice feeling... especially when you consider that tonight I get my figurative balls ripped out through my nostrils when get on that scale at Weight Watchers.