On Saturday morning I realized I was starting to look like I lived in a psych ward and had stolen myself a pair of little scissors or a small razor, and in my free time gave myself a few snips here and there, for fun. That little pixie from a couple weeks ago had become patchy and weird. I was in a little bit of denial about it, and it helped that I'd been avoiding the mirror. It's a difficult task now, seeing what I look like. Even in the old days I always thought people who stared at themselves in the mirror too much - checking themselves out in every reflective surface - were full of themselves. So I lived my life so overly self-conscious that someone might catch me ever looking at myself that I took great pains not to look too often in the mirror, even when I was alone. Make sense? No? I know. ** Anyway, that morning I took a long, hard, look at myself and asked Mike to please just buzz it. He was more than happy to. He's too nice to tell me I was starting to look like an insane person, but when it was all buzzed he said with relief, "It looks better now. You were starting to look like Patch Adams." (And then quickly he said, "Don't put that in your blog. People will think I'm mean.") Anyone who knows him knows he is the stark opposite of mean, so I'm putting it in here anyway. Plus, Patch Adams wasn't even bald, he had hair, so it doesn't even make sense. But it made me laugh. If I can't stand chronic mirror-lookers, you can guess how I feel about chronic selfie-takers. But I'm giving myself a pass. It was a comfort when I searched Instagram for people who posted their hair loss and then regrowth. So I'm-a-gonna do it too. ![]() Top left, me with long hair, caressing a tiny little bunny rabbit. Top right: the 'transitional cut' (so I wouldn't off myself when those long, long strands started cascading to the floor), which everyone loved but I was like MEH maybe if this was gonna last I'd like it... Bottom left, the mohawk. Bottom middle: First time going out with my blonde Jon Renau wig. It's super poofy but I tame it with a rambo headband over it (Etsy), until it gets itchy. Bottom right - trying to smile with my new buzz. Trying. Those eyes are a little doe-like and sad. Perk up, little one, it'll grow back.
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Amy
7/13/2016 10:11:10 am
You two make me smile!!😍
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Lindsay
7/13/2016 12:56:47 pm
That Mike can be so cruel! :)
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