So I have this theory about girls who change their hair ... I've donated my hair four times to locks of love. It's a charity organization that makes wigs for children with cancer. While I was in high school, a friend discovered that she had cancer. At the time I had Little Mermaid Hair (that's what I call it when it covers your bikini top area), and I wanted to do something. For the first time I donated my hair, and she cut the pony tail. Shortly after, I realized that it takes three pony tails to make one wig (wwwhhhaaattt). So I decided to donate a full wig. So my theory about hair. Each and every time I have donated my hair or made a drastic change, a big relationship has ended. In high school, the first time I donated ... my high school sweetheart and I broke up. Senior year of high school Boyfriend 2 relationship ends. In college ... and you get the point.
This silly theory followed me all the way to my last boyfriend ... where I refused to cut my hair. Eventually I caved and he teased and teased me about it. So much that when I went in for a trim, he picked a fake fight with me. Anyways ... I've always felt like drastic hair changes caused drastic life changes. However, over the weekend when I dyed my hair ombre ... Nothing happened. I went out. Bought blonde. Dyed the tips. Redyed the tips higher. Washed it and dried it. It looked exactly the same. I don't want to read into this too much, but maybe I will stay single for a little bit. It makes it a lot easier to focus on you.
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