grow my hair to my hips

At long last, a few weeks ago I combed my hair out of a shower in front of a mirror and realized that my hair perfectly covered my breasts – completely. I turned to the side, and with just a little tilting..my hair touched the very top of my bum.

I’ve been doting on it quite a bit. Dusting, oiling. Washing with baking soda instead of shampoo. I’ve never felt so pretty.

I measured my hair the other day because it kept tickling my back. Its 22 inches long from my hairline – 25 inches is to my bra strap, on me, and 33 is to my waist, with about 40-43 at my hips. Now it touches my shoulderblades. Last month it was 20; I’m impressed. Not using shampoo has done wonders.

A friend of mine has hair to her hips and she doesn’t take the best care of it, it seems. Bad products, mostly. The other day I realized I had to stop with this hair obsession because I was poking through a tuft of her tips and was wanting to snip off individual splits.

Getting into hippie shit like I have been lately is a doubleedged sword; it gives my barely-diagnosed OCD tendencies something better to latch onto than things all in my head or picking my skin, but then it goes overboard and its all I can think about; hair care, skin care, cleaning, juice fasts, detoxing. Oh well.