Stylish for the First Time in 18 Years: Yesterday, I was fully prepared to write a profound, moving post on the loss of my hair (I always get sappy about haircuts because, dang, do I accumulate hair). That was, however, before I actually got my hair chopped and fell in love with my new hair. Against some advice (and with others), I ended up with layers, though I’m hoping that natural-curl-at-the-ends thing works out and I don’t have to mess with a curling iron all the time. (Not that I will even if the curl doesn’t pop up—there’s a reason I haven’t been stylish since I was born: I don’t care.) I think I lost five inches total, but it feels like a whole lot more.

Especially when I dump out the same amount of shampoo as before and have to stuff half of it back in the bottle.