I had my hair cut this weekend. I vacillate between two extremes when I get my hair cut - I either tell my long-suffering (and very talented) hairdresser to do 'whatever' (because regardless of how brilliant the haircut is I'm never going to look any good) or I take along a photo (invariably of someone 'famous'). Does anyone else do that? On Saturday I took along a photo...this photo actually. (Ten points if you came name the person in the photo :)
And yes, I know I'm taking along a photo of someone half my age, but... I'm s l o w l y coming to terms with the fact that my hair is never going to be long and luscious :) See, like I mentioned in a previous post (Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow) I (for whatever reason) equate long hair with beauty. (Having that reinforced by a [male] work colleague hasn't helped this belief.) Unfortunately, I can't fight genetics. My hair is just not built to be long...or luscious.
I commented to my hairdresser that Emma Watson carries off the short hair beautifully - she looks gorgeous...and feminine. I just can't say the same about me. I look in the mirror and see...flaws. And that's the problem. I don't believe people - didn't believe my hairdresser on Saturday - when they (she) tell(s) me I'm beautiful. (*thinks* I think I've felt beautiful twice in my life.) Interestingly, that's one of the items on the list of the heroine from Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake (Sarah MacLean). The thing is, I think you have to feel beautiful (internally) before you can accept that you are beautiful...and that someone else believes that you are. And maybe that equates to love as well. You have to learn to love yourself before you can truly believe that someone else will love you. And to love yourself you have to know who you really are...flaws and all..and accept yourself as you really are. And maybe I'm wrong, but that seems to be the journey the heroine from Nine Rules is on. Thoughts?