Thursday, December 8, 2011

straight


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.

7 comments:

emilymcb said...

Okay. This is EXACTLY how I feel about my hair.

emilymcb said...

PS http://becominglovely.blogspot.com/2010/08/lesson-learned-emily-love-curl.html

Jane said...

it's beautiful. love the straight.

leean robinson said...

This post is sooooo funny. I can feel exactly this way (not so much anymore since I am way older than you....but still!) Thanks for giving me a good laugh. You are adorable any which way you do your hair.

Megan said...

your straight hair is the Holli I remember

Courtney B said...

Oh hair definitely plays a huge roll in how I feel about myself :) Honestly though? Your hair is SO pretty straight!

Emelro said...

you mean those curls you have are natural??? um...jealous. my curls are poodle-y.