I have wanted short hair for a long time now. Very short hair. Last week, a girlfriend told me she had seen a woman at the pool with my build (aka fat) and my face (aka round and full moonish) with a short little boy haircut and it looked awesome. I was so excited to hear this. You see, I am of the “you can’t have short hair if you are fat” generation. I don’t know if our mothers told us that, our peers, our hairdressers or who, but I felt inspired. The next day, I did some research online about fat girls with short haircuts. I found a few blogs, some web pages for weight loss….interesting how that always seems to pop up when I type fat……and I finally found this entry on the Shapely Prose (lol your fat)blog. She struggles to find a person who will cut her hair and not give her grief. Check out her head gals…she rocks. So, I drum up all of my strength and make an appointment at a local salon. I am completely prepared to go tete a tete with anyone who might comment on my size vs. the size of my hair. I mean, how much of my fat does my hair really cover up anyway?
I go to the salon armed with a printout of the entire blog about her haircut, plus her photo. Leo washes my hair and asks what I want to do with my hair today. I tell him I want to cut it all off. Leo proceeds to tell me how great I am going to look with short hair. That my hair is going to be like art. Then, he puts his hands around his head, like they are earmuffs and says….”What do you think this is doing for you anyway?” He is referring to the curls that bush from my head.
Since I got the haircut about a million compliments. Only three “negatives”. I think people are confused about who I am with this new do!!! I’ll post a photo tonight.
Till then. Call me pixie!!!