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Call it a nubbin. Call it a stub. Call it whatever you like. I call it hope.
Normally I can shrug off a bad haircut. Not this past haircut. I called it the “Hillary Clinton She-mullet.” I hated it. I grieved the loss of my long hair. I went through all the steps: denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. I bought out Target’s headband section, I’ve used every hair-product known to man, I’ve pinned, I’ve pulled… all to no avail.
But, I’ve finally accepted the haircut. No more hate-letters to my ex-hairdresser, no more tears, no more whining. It is what it is.
And maybe more. Yesterday was the first time I pulled it back. I felt pretty for the first time in months. I was overjoyed. So was Ryan. He liked to flick the nubbin. He is like that.
Normally I can shrug off a bad haircut. Not this past haircut. I called it the “Hillary Clinton She-mullet.” I hated it. I grieved the loss of my long hair. I went through all the steps: denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. I bought out Target’s headband section, I’ve used every hair-product known to man, I’ve pinned, I’ve pulled… all to no avail.
But, I’ve finally accepted the haircut. No more hate-letters to my ex-hairdresser, no more tears, no more whining. It is what it is.
And maybe more. Yesterday was the first time I pulled it back. I felt pretty for the first time in months. I was overjoyed. So was Ryan. He liked to flick the nubbin. He is like that.
3 comments:
Yay! When Holly was growing hers out, she would try and pull it back for ballet and it became what we call "The Cruton" Ha! I love it! You are so beautiful!! :)
So cute!
So can I flick it???
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