|at the Teotihuacan Pyramids in Mexico|
I don't know what's going on with me today, but I miss my hair. I know, I know... I'm supposed to feel liberated and free from the bondage of the creamy crack. I'm supposed to feel that I've finally unlocked my beauty from what the world says is beautiful. And yes most days I feel all of that, but today I miss my hair. I was looking through some old photos of my trip to San Miguel de Allende Mexico New Years '08. Back then I thought my hair was too short. I was happy that it was growing, but I wanted it to get longer. Now I would wish for my hair to be that long. I am not saying that short hair or natural hair isn't beautiful. I'm just saying that today, in this moment, I miss looking in the mirror and seeing a recognizable head of hair. I'm sure this has a lot to do with the fact that I just washed my hair last night. When I styled it this morning I felt I was missing my "it" factor. I'm sure once I find my "it" (makeup, a cute outfit, etc.), I will be fine. If I sound shallow, forgive me. But right now, I miss my hair.