I went from looking like this:
At least that’s the illusion, until I see myself in some store front window when I walk towards a building and see what I really look like. Ahhhh! Yikes! I look like that? Truth hurts, I guess.
God bless my hairstylist. He had to work nearly two hours just to calm down this frizzy, over-processed mess.
It took some doing – but he finally tamed it down, somewhat, with goop, spray bottles, more goop and a haircut geared to make me look like a movie star…..if only the body didn’t look like I was 10 months pregnant – I’d have it made! That’s another story.
When I got home and washed it; it was still thick. I guess, I’ll never go bald.
“Now, don’t get any big ideas God. I’m no martyr, to fashion. But, I still don’t want to scare people off, by what I look like either.”
I sure hope God has a sense of humor, because, He and I are going to need it, once we finally meet each other in heaven.
Thanks God for the haircut. It helped me to feel better about myself.