Magic of Straight Hair

So I don't know if any of you knew this - especially since I think I'm one of the few people in the world with a crazy blonde fro, though other people with fro's can appreciate this too - but when you straighten your hair, it's like magic. True story! You see, I've been feeling a little down lately, what with the pressures of money, raising a baby, trying to lose stupid flubby weight while trying to curb cravings for all things sweet and fattening, the usual culprits. To add on to that, I went to a play just over a week ago to see a friend from high school perform as the lead roll in Broadway's touring group of Legally Blonde The Musical, and of course saw others from high school there as well (along with someone I dated for a very short time). While it was so fun to see everyone, I had not had time to really get "dolled up" for the play, so I had a curly, frizzy bun thing going on (which my hair hadn't been washed in a few days, you other mommies can understand), and I was wearing a sweater that was really too small for bulging after-baby tummies but hadn't had time to do laundry so it was really all I had. The old friends I saw were, of course, still skinny, gorgeous and all dressed up for the theater, so I got all self-concious and all feeling sorry for myself. Lame, I know, but hey, sometimes it's hard to get control over those emotions!

I sort of went all week feeling that way - just frumpy, chubby, flubby, and fuzzy. Which really is silly because I've lost over 2/3 of my pregnancy weight (of course, factor in that I gained a horrible 55-60 pounds, even if a lot of it was water weight, it's even more impressive). That week I even got a few compliments from people saying that I was looking great, but I still couldn't shake off this stupid feeling that I looked like crap.

Ah, but here is where the magic comes in. Saturday I went to my Grandma's house for Easter celebrations, and the whole day concentrated on sucking in my gut and holding my chin up so that there would appear to be only one chin present. Then we went to my parent's house, and on Sunday, Sophia fell asleep while my parents were holding her and I was getting ready, and I thought to myself "Hmm, I could really straighten my hair right now - Sophia is being taken care of, I don't have to clean or do homework, Jon is fishing, I have some time for me" So I checked with my parents to make sure they didn't mind holding Sophia a little longer (of course they didn't mind!) and I went to work. I personally hadn't straightened my hair since last October, though I had a hair dresser straighten it for my in February for Sophia's blessing.

Needless to say, I was a little rusty, but after a while my tresses became smooth and shiney, and I began to see what I looked like without a poof-ball on my head again. It was glorious. Then I finished, flipped my hair back and forth, ran my fingers through it, held it in various ponytails and updo's so see how it would look, and finally smoothed it down and left it to drape my shoulders. With a touch of mascara, I felt like I ruled my world again. I felt pretty, happy, and confident. I dared people from my past to come and see me! I wouldn't be intimidated or jealous of them anymore! Sure, I still had a few extra pounds on me (okay a lot of extra pounds from high school), but I was a rockstar at that moment. For the rest of the day, I felt great. Then we went home, Monday came and I kept my hair straight. Still happy! I didn't even leave my house, but it didn't matter, I felt great, and the day was so much better than it had been in a while. Today is the last day that my hair will be straight, because I can't go any longer without washing it. However, even tied up in a bun on top of my head I feel great.

People have always teased me for spending a lot of time on my hair - especially when I would straighten it and put it immediately into a pony tail. But you see, the magic straight hair is what keeps me going sometimes, and what makes me feel good. Just like my mascara comment in the previous post, it might seem shallow or narcissistic for me to take so much pride in my straight hair, but I don't care. It makes me happy. Plus, I haven't found a hair dresser in the world who can get my hair as straight as I can. :)

So that is the tale of the magic that straight hair can have. I know that this is a long and silly post, but I'm in a really good mood right now because of my hair being straight. You never know how wonderful it is to brush your hair until you can't anymore. :)