Beauty is in the eye of the beautician... yeah, right!

I got my hair cut yesterday. I made an appointment at a salon where I usually go. Different stylist, but I never have one that I visit anyway. I'd already colored my hair light brown (similar to my natural color) so I thought a quick trim would really make the color look nice.

Let's just cut to the chase, shall we? I HATE my hair. It's bad. Really bad.

Now, I've had bad haircuts before (one guy shaved Vanilla Ice-style stripes on the sides one time when he was just learning to cut with a razor) and I've even had my hair as short as half an inch in the past. Yeah, that short looked good then. But not now. I really wasn't intending to go that short again. And most of all, I wasn't intending to HAVE NO BANGS AT ALL!!!!! That's right. My bangs have been cut down to the nub. So much so that Bill asked me last night what that was near my temple. I looked and realized it was an area that used to have hair. It had been shaved nearly bald.

I've never cried about my hair before. It's just hair, right? It will grow back. But... {holding back tears} it's never been anything like this. I can't believe I look like a freak just a week before Christmas. I'm hoping each day's growth will help it a little. And it makes my new brunette self look even weirder.

Fight back the tears.
Fight back the tears.
Fight back the tears.

Oh, to hell with it...