Short Hair, Don’t Care

My journey with short hair started in the military. I absolutely hated having to twist my long locks into a sock bun. My basic military training instructor told me I looked like I had a blooming onion from Outback Steakhouse on the back of my head. That’s when I made the decision to cut my hair into a bob. My life from there changed dramatically. Basic training for one became a helluva lot easier. I no longer had to panic about doing my hair at 4:00a.m. for physical training in the morning. When I made it to my first duty station, I made my way to the salon where I shaped my blunt bob into a sleek A-line. I enjoyed my A-line for some time, eventually letting it reach my shoulders before I decided to chop it off yet again, this time into a pixie cut. I loved the hell out of my pixie cut, until I once again got bored. Introducing my obsession with hair color! Hair color instantly made everything better. I felt like a new woman every time I dyed my hair. It was if I had embodied a new woman with each new shade. I had my fair share of color fails however, forcing me to keep chopping it. For one, I learned the toxic effect bleach has on the hair follicle, and the many stages it goes through from dark to blonde. Prepare for the ugly orange phase, and if you are patient enough to make it to the blonde you’ve been lusting over for decades, let’s hope you made it far enough without completely frying your hair. I am now at a place in my life where I value quality over esthetics. Ultimately the two go hand in hand of course, but without proper hair nourishment, you won’t have the beautiful hair worth lusting over after all. My new current obsession is what I like to call the French Bob with fringe. I felt inspired to mix it up with some European flair because I wanted something classic. I had outgrown the side bangs, the asymmetrical pixie and the lob. I wanted something feminine and edgy. Who knows, maybe I’ll start a new trend who kbut what I do know is that I wear my hair for me. Every cut, color and style, I do it because it makes me feel good. It’s not for a man, a job, family or friends. It comes from a place of pure bliss and happiness that comes in the form of getting my hair done, and that my friends, is priceless!

Stay beautiful,

Your Goddess Guru

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