Thursday, March 19, 2009

A fairy tale with a tragic ending that's not at all tragic.

Once upon a time there was a blonde girl who wasn't really a blonde. Shocking, I know but it happens. That girl moved to smalltownsville, leaving behind Jeremy Hairdresser - King and supreme proctector of beautiful hair. 1200km is just too far to go for a hair appointment, even for a self-indulgent princess.

Blonde girl (not really) was forced to find a new stylist in smalltownsville. This is a near impossible task that requires a lot of trial and error. However repeated error combined with bleach leads to hair so dry that it is no longer bendy. Anymore error and blonde girl (not really) would risk a chemical haircut resulting in patchy baldness, so she did the only thing she could. She went back to being a dark haired girl.

(Insert GASP here)

If you haven't guessed yet, blonde girl (not really) is me. It's been almost a week and I still cringe everytime I look in the mirror. I know I need to let it go, but its done a number on my self-esteem. I almost feel ugly. My hair is already 100 times healthier and it no longer makes that crunchy sound when I touch it, but I don't feel like myself. I'm having an identity crisis - who am I and where did my pretty blonde hair go?

Brown haired me:


I'll get over it eventually, but until then I'm just going to wallow in self pity and avoid mirrors whenever possible.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think you're crazy- you look great either way.

When I get my show you can be my Ed Mcmahon. ;)

Billie Rock said...

Aww thanks!

notquiteawake said...

I agree. I really only know you with brown hair anyways so, if I were to ever see you again, and you had blond hair, I might never recover.

Billie Rock said...

It's been so long, kinda seems surreal. When I was in Calgary, I drove by Sullivan's on McLeod immediately remembered our sweet Kareoke nights! HA! We need a reunion.