regrets: hair

i think the reason i'm such a happy person

is because i don't have a lot of regrets.

in fact, there is only one big regret-

and a million tiny ones that i don't think about

very *often.

one of those teeny tiny regrets is my hair.

you see, i used to have this head of

out-of-control

crazy

curls.

i liked them. 

a lot.

i liked that i could be bohemian, or i could flat iron them to look sleek.

then i began to like the sleek look a little more.

and then i got a **respensive flat iron that i can't afford

(but my sister can, so it was a merry christmas to me!)

i thought it would be a good idea

to turn up the heat to

450 degrees...

and my flat iron rose to the challenge!

so well, that i didn't have any curl left.

recently i had about 6 inches of my hair cut off

then i decided to lower the power of my flat iron to

230 degrees

then the flat iron stopped working

altogether.

maybe it was supposed to be-

because this morning i had

an honest

to god

curl.

yes, just one-

but it looked like it might

start a riot.

and i'm okay with that.

*often is relative, yes?

**when ever i think something is over the top,

     i like to add a 're' to the beginning of it... that's not weird, is it?