I am not my hair

I went to a friends farewell party tonight. It was a this new restaurant/club called Crush. It was really urban, new, cool. That sounds kinda corny, but oh well. They had complimentary valet parking, dining area and bar upstairs, dance floor, bar and live music downstairs. We were in the downstairs area. It was a good sized crowd, good music and good fun.

There were several sisters there with these really cute, short haircuts. I'm talking fade like haircuts, but these ladies were rockin' it. Had me wanting to cut all my hair off. Not that I have a lot. I have the beginnings of a basic bob, since I'm growing out my last hair cut. I just liked the short fade like cuts. They seem so easy. Easy hair... that's what I always say I want. Easy but still feminine and sexy. Hmmmmm.... what's a girl to do?

Anyway, I am not my hair comes to mind after my evening tonight. My hair gives me a hard time all the time. I think in a 5 week period I may have 2 weeks of easy hair.

• Week 1 - new perm, limp hair
• Week 2 - easy hair, bouncing and behaving
• Week 3 - easy hair, bouncing and behaving
• Week 4 - weird hair, no bounce and rather naughty
• Week 5 - hair on crack, looking for it's perm fix

It's a vicious cycle. I lack the courage to go natural. I've tried that before and it wasn't easy hair. Granted, I didn't go about it the right way. I tried to go natural by just growing out my perm. What a mess I was, I should have just cut it all off and started from the beginning. Instead, I went to this salon where the stylist was supposed to be good at helping you transition from a perm. I left the salon looking like a hot mess. Then the stylist I normally went to would ask me every time I was there if I was sure I didn't want to get my hair touched up. After a while, I just gave in. I'm a slave to the perm and I don't wanna be. Help me!!!!

Sincerely,
The slave Harriet left behind