One last installment of navelgazing

( cut because, well, it's just pictures of hair in various stages of undress )

When I got the braids done, they told me that my hair would come out in clumps when I took my hair down. They even said that there was no way to prepare for it; "It happens to me every time! I pull out all of this hair, and I know I've ruined my hair forever!" No, I haven't ruined my hair forever, I'm thinking to myself, I just suddenly got mysterious female-pattern baldness all over my head on account of these braids I just pulled out. Nah, maybe it's just some bizarre wasting disease or cancer or something. I'm fiiiine.

Having clumps of hair come out in the shower was kind of creepy. Combing the leftover spirit gum out is proving to be worse. I know I'm just seeing a backlog of hairs that have fallen out of my head but were held in by the braids. It's still creepy.

But I have hair again! No cars are going to honk at me and smile appreciatively at my hair in traffic jams anymore, but at least I'll be able to wear my bike helmet.

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I biked in this morning. It's sooooo autumn out there.

I'd somehow forgotten that I was built for biking.