Short Hair, Don't Care (Or, An Abundance of Selfies)

2:41 PM

Once upon a time, I let my hair grow out down past my boobage.

Also known as mermaid hair.

Because you could swim in it.

It was really fun because I could curl it ~Victoria's Secret style.

And it would hold the curl until the next day, making for a really cute messy updo. Or I could rock the sock bun for a few hours.

And unroll it into unruly out-of-bed curls.

That would settle into waves at the end of the day.

So, long hair was really fun. With proper volume it was actually slimming. I shy away from sleeveless tops because I have flabulous arms. But with long hair I could wear practically anything and look petite.

Then summer arrived and I would wake up to a sweat-soaked nape and my head would ache from the weight of my hair pulled up into a ponytail and taking a shower took 30 minutes never mind how long it took for everything to dry and I just didn't need the hassle.

So 1 foot of hair less later, hellooo summer hair. I look like an eight-year old. Or Asian Dora with glasses.

Outfits also needed something of a rehaul. Long hair looked especially good with solid colors and block patterns. Hair was accessory enough! Short hair looks punchier, more alive, when complemented by florals and tiny patterns. AH.