Praying to the Goddess of Hair
It defies explanation.
Whether it be symbolic, sympathetic, or just the result of self-destructvie energy directed hair-wards to quell the rising tide of anger I felt towards my husband that night, there is no reason. I was just sitting too close to scissors at the wrong moment. Staring down at the hair on the floor I realized the irreversability of my actions and tried to keep my mind clear. "Look on the bright side" I thought to myself. As crazy as I am sometimes, I can't fool myself when it comes to the harsh reality. 4 years of hair growth is a lot to sacrifice- and at 40,there's no free time to devote to growing it back.
I searched the internet frantically for hope that there was new technology, short of implants, that would restore me instantly to my former self. I bought Hair Formula 37- "snake oil" as my husband calls it- knowing full well I was grasping at straws. I looked for photos, anything to give me a glimpse into the future. How long will it take? What will it look like 2 months from now? A year?
I found nothing.
It was then that I decided to chronicle my long hairrowing journey in an online blog. The average rate of hair growth is 1/2 inch per month. I cut my hair January 10th, 2005 and as far as I can tell, if there is growth it's imperceptable. SO. Check out the before, and harsh reality phtotos. I'll post bi-weekly and hope someone notices change for the better.
As for now, here's a photo of me at my brother's wedding in July 04, and in the wee hours of Christmas morning (looking my worst at my hair best) days before I cut it all off, and mere hours before the Tsunami rose up in the Indian ocean.
I guess I'm one of many searching for hope.
