Pony Tales.

"Short hair removes obvious femininity and replaces it with style."

Just a little insight into my hair history: I once had super long, straight, blonde, pretty hair. As long as I blow-dried it and curled the ends under, it was pretty darn smokin'. My trouble with super long, straight, blonde, blow dried & curled hair...was that after spending all the time every day styling it, it ended up limp and in a pony tail. Tsk Tsk.


One day several years ago, I decided that what my hair needed was a body perm. I was convinced that was going to magically cure all of my hair woes, and I went to have a stylist make it so...and she made it something, alright! She made something like a fried ass hay field that broke off at my scalp and left me looking like an idiot with wild sprigs sticking up everywhere...and she did all of this with a spiral perm, not a body perm. (That was not a good time.)


Shortly after, I decided that I was tired of conditioning and straightening and fighting with the mess that she had turned my head into. The only option I was left with was to cut it off and start over. (This was not a good time either.) But once my hair had been cut and started growing again and looking better, I decided that I actually liked my hair short. It was so very easy to fix, it would actually hold a style all day, it was cute...I dyed it just about every color you can imagine, from pink to blue to brown to both blonde and brown...but no matter how I had it cut or styled or colored...it always looked good. And if I somehow ended up with a hair style that wasn't exactly my favorite, it wasn't long until it was growing out and changeable. I got used to having what I call "good hair"...and I now feel like "good hair" is something I need...it's just part of who I am.  

There have been a couple of times when I've become envious of other girls, with their big messy buns on top of their heads, especially since my "good" short hair required me to fix it everyday and their "good" long hair didn't. A couple of times I've decided that I need a ponytail back in my life, but no matter how long I've waited on it to grow, I've never made it. It starts looking crappy, and then I get to feeling like the "good hair" part of me is gone...and I call Dana. 

I've been in a desperate plight to a ponytail for sometime now, and depending on which person you ask, I may or may not be there. It looks like an uneven knob on the back of my head, gives me a headache, requires bobby pins and clips and an ridiculous amount of hairspray, but if I play my cards right...I can get it to stay. 


But here's the trouble with this barely there ponytail: Now that it's long enough, it looks like SHIT if it's NOT in the ponytail, and it doesn't really look that great IN the ponytail. And now that I know it's long enough for the ponytail, it's been up for the majority of two weeks. I've maybe fixed the shit once, only to grab it and hold it...and say, "damn, I wish I had a ponytail holder". 



This is not what I want. I do not want bad, unfixed, dumb hair, and I know for a fact that if I have an easy way out I'm gonna take it every time. So, with all this being said... I think I've given it a good run, I wanted a ponytail and now I've got one. And being a woman makes it perfectly acceptable to change my mind and NOT want a ponytail anymore, right? 

Well, I'm convinced. Now, the task I'm faced with is convincing my gorgeous boyfriend (who's been super supportive along the way) to allow me to give up. I've already started on my speech during which I will bat my eyes and be pitiful...this is what I've come up with:

...I totally understand that hair doesn't make a woman, but good hair definitely helps. I know that my life isn't perfect, but my hair can be and I don't want my worst mistake in life to be a haircut...

...y'all wish me luck now, alright?