It's just hair, isn't it?

Yesterday a cousin came over to cut hair. I plopped down in the chair and for the first time in a while, thought about what kind of cut I wanted. It's been 7 years since I've had it cut, save for the 2 or 3 inches I lop off every now and again for a major trim. So, its been 7 years since I've done anything different to my hair. Yes, its just hair. I wake up, shower, brush it and twist it into a bun so that I can get through the day without having to fuss over something so menial as my hair. But, in the past few weeks I've passed the mirror quite a few times and haven't liked what I've seen. Dull, boring, just hair. Yeah, its just hair!

What about the inner (assumed) awesomeness of me? Me. Not my friggin' hair, there is more to me than a few thousand follicles covering the top of my head. Then again, I remember how much it used to be admired whenever I took care of it. Waist length wavily curled hair that would catch the eyes of the opposite sex and very very admired by only one member of the opposite sex in particular. It was a turn on, it was, as I was once told, "...it's your ticket to a great sex life! Men like to pull hair ya know!"

Lol...what? Had it. It's gone.

Back to hair...

So, I told the cousin what I wanted done to the mass of un-chemically changed and un-fashionable 'do of mine. 4 inches off the bottom and another 3 inches off for layers. 17 minutes later, it was done. I looked at the ground and felt bald but it didn't scare me. Some days I just feel like shaving it all off and starting over again, anyway. Checked the mirror, and yes, it was still just hair.

Then this morning I woke up, put on perfume, lipgloss and actually dressed. Hm, sure, it is just hair.