I want to chop off all my hair.
And look like the picture of Poe in this journal.
I really want to sometimes.
I am so tempted.
The ease of much shorter, medium-length hair.
No more tangles from the wind or from the pillow.
Then I look at myself in the mirror.
It is so dramatic.
It is really pretty.
It is sexy to me.
When it looks good, it really looks GOOD.
And.
Long hair has so many positives.
A perk of having long hair is that you can syle it a million (and a half) ways...to just...well...pretend, look different, have fun.
Side-ways ponytails.
A classic high ponytail.
A single long braid.
A scattering of baby braids throughout your hair, flower-child style.
Ballerina buns.
A french twist.
The scrunch-it-all-up-and-stick-in-some-new-chopsticks type bun.
Long hair is fun.
But I usually stay with the same style...long, natural, waist-length, perhaps with a few strands tucked behind my ears.
I can look pristine.
Or studious.
Or girlish.
Or womanly.
Or vixenish.
Or clubbish.
Or angelic.
Or devilish.
Or like a porn-star.
Or just damn sexy.
Good girl AND Bad girl all at once.
And I don't have to do a thing to it to look and/or feel all those different delicious ways.
I am strictly wash, comb through, air-dry, and go type of girl.
My hair and I are a good pair.
We complement each other.
We're girlfriends.
Oh and my hair keeps my poor ears warm during the blustery cold winter months. A BIG plus.
I want to chop off all my hair.
Nahhhhhhhh...delete that particular thought.