But you make me wanna act like a girl… paint my nails and wear perfume for you.

So I’ve written before that over the last couple years I’ve tried to conqueror my issues with anxiety, self harm, and disordered eating. With anxiety especially, I was told to try and put my energy into concentrating on something–anything–else. Now this might seem silly… but one of the best things I’ve found to put my energy into was nail art. I’ve always been obsessed with nail polish, ever since I was a kid trying to recreate Buffy Summers’ gorgeous manicures.

Over the last couple years I’ve discovered nail art blogs, and fell in love. I started slowly at first, trying different designs, but when I started recovering from my eating disorder I needed something to concentrate on other than food–or calories, or the weight I was gaining–and I really started to love painting my nails. Doing them made me feel pretty. No matter what I weigh, my nails don’t change–and I like being able to concentrate on that. Sure, I’m slightly obsessed with polish but I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

And thankfully, I have a boyfriend who understands why I have almost 300 bottles of polish… and growing. He even helps me pick out colors when I can’t think of how I want to do my nails. Now that’s love.

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I whip my hair back and forth.

Change, like spring (and love) is in the air…

Before

Before.

New Hair

After.

I’ve been talking about cutting my hair since last summer. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my long hair–it was just I felt like it was about time I changed things up a bit. For four years I grew it out. It was my security blanket, so to say. But now that I’ve been feeling like a brand new girl, it was time for a brand new hair cut. And tada. It was a spur of the moment decision, after a little too much short hair porn on tumblr. But I’m so glad I did it–I feel lighter, and like I’ve shed the last couple years, and I’m ready to start over, ready to make new memories, and ready for a hundred adventures and all the stories to tell.

 

Sure, it may be just hair. But to me it’s a brand new start.

When the weather outside is frightful…

When the world is at a stand still, sometimes there is nothing better then changing up your hair to make you feel sassy and new. I’ve been looking forward to getting my hair styled for weeks now, but finally managed to get it done. Now I’m definitely ready for the holiday season: friends, parties (holiday and baby), Christmas shopping, and everything else the winter holds. Not to mention, finally saying goodbye (and good riddance) the this year is the loudest, drunkest, silliest fashion I can manage.

Give me a head with hair… long beautiful hair.

I have a confession to make—lately, I’ve been faking it.

My love affair with changing my hair started when I was a little girl. As long as I can remember, my mother has always had a collection of extensions and wigs. Everything a girl  could need to feel like someone new, if only for a couple hours. I remember in junior high, I used to play around with wearing them. They were a different color, and never really matched, but they were always fun to pretend with. Sure, occasionally people would make a comment like “I think you missed a stop when dying your hair” but it didn’t matter because they had noticed something was different.

I restarted my obsession with hair extensions last year when I first started growing out my short cut. But it’s definitely grew x10 when we got these amazing hair falls at work. I bought them initially for my Wonder Woman costume (since superheros just need long hair. True story.) But once I put them in, I realized how much better I like my hair at this new longer length. Maybe it’s just because it’s new and different but I feel so much sassier (not to mention prettier) with this new long hair. In fact, I have a feeling I’m just beginning a new love affair with hair extensions and hair pieces. I’ll never be able to afford $1000+ permanent extensions, but I definitely could get used to this new long haired girl looking back at me in the mirror.

I guess it’s true–I am such a girl.