for the first time in forever (probably over a year), I straightened my hair. I kinda look like me in high school. I kinda hate it. Jacob even took up calling me "cheerleader" because of my resemblance to this picture:
(it makes me happy when people have a hard time believing this is me. because i often feel that way too. Why didn't someone throw away my flat iron and tell me to stop over-plucking my eye brows?)
Without the volume, frizz and curl-city--it's like I don't know who I am anymore. 5 years of college and growing up and finding my identity just disappeared. Is it a little absurd how much my hairstyle can send me into existential crisis?
Still, the ability to slide my fingers through my hair is pretty fantastic. On a normal day, that is almost impossible.