ootd, so let’s talk about hair. specifically my hair. I have a hair appoitment scheduled this week and I’m semi-determined to get a bob. since the impending day has started to get closer I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this decision; like lying awake at night staring at my ceiling at 4am kind of thinking. not good.
as you can see, it’s long. my hair has never been this long in my life. for most of my childhood it was in a bob, in highschool I got a pixie cut, and in college I had another bob until I started growing it out my junior year. I like my hair this length and it took a long time to get here, but I think I’m ready for a change. I am concerned about making this change just before nyfw; cities, socializing, and fashion people always leave me self-conscious, so a drastic change to my appearance shortly before all that seems like a questionable choice.
however, the more I stress about this haircut the more convinced I am that I need to get it. frankly, I am way too concerned about my hair length. I’ve come to identify with (and be identified by) it, but hair is just hair. my hair (or any element of my physical body) shouldn’t define me or be how I measure my “beauty.” I certainly shouldn’t lose sleep over it!
so yeah, I’m still stressing out about this silly thing and we’ll see what I look like in a few days…
