Grow my hair long (again)

Okay.

So now that I volunteer in Chicago a couple days a week, I have this absurd, yet paralyzing fear that I’m going to run into, like, Oprah or somebody, and my hair will be looking the way it does. Or that I’ll be in my hometown, and run into an ex-boyfriend, and my hair will be as it is – a poofy, yet stringy mess that makes my face look long and horselike because of the awkward length it hits, halfway between my chin and shoulders.

I realize that this is a stupid fear. There are legitimate concerns in the world, I should not be worrying about my hair, but OH MY GOD it’s been looking AWFUL lately. I’ve been pulling it back, but I noticed in a recent photo that it makes my neck look weird. I have a weird, too-long and apparently bulging neck. When I went to a new doctor earlier this year, she stared at my neck and said, “Your thyroid is huge,” and promptly ordered an ultrasound. There were no problems: turns out I just have an enormous neck.

So I’ve been trying to wear it down. But it’s so thick (thanks, Mediterranean heritage) that it hangs really heavy, and if I get it to look good in the morning, five minutes later it’s hanging in dry, stringy poofyness around my face like a triangle. I think it’s aging me about 20 years.

If I run into Oprah, I will be PISSED.

I’ve decided to grow out my hair, which for the past few years has been some sort of Amelie-inspired bob which makes me look like Suri Cruise. But, wow, bobs look ridiculous when they start to grow out. I look like I’m wearing a poofy, fluffy helmet that’s waaaay too big for my head. I almost want to just cut it short again, but it’s almost long enough to tie back, which makes me very happy!