Monday, August 27, 2007
An Epiphany, Not the Good Type
I've been growing my hair out recently and remembered today, a time in High School when I had long hair. It took a while, but once it was long enough, I put my hair into two braids and then twisted it up into the lamest Heidi-esq hairdo you have ever seen.
Back then, in High School, I realized that my hair was long after I pulled it forward over my shoulders and it reached down to my "chest". I remember that, thinking; "God, my hair goes all the way down to my boobs, it's long!"
So today, when I decided to check in and see how long my hair has gotten, I stood in front of our mirror to take a look. Naturally, it's pretty hard to crane around and look at how far down your back your hair goes, so I pulled it all forward once again, over my shoulders. While it definitely wasn't a bob, or a shoulder skimming blunt cut anymore, it just wasn't long. At least not long enough to reach my boobies. Why isn't my hair growing!?
Then it hit me...... my hair IS getting longer, but so are my boobs.
Getting older sucks.