I have a lot of hair. Most people who know me probably know this. But most people don't see me right after I blow-dry my hair. It's a little scary.
Here is another shot from the side, so you can really see the volume of my hair in comparison to my head.
Verdict? Ehhh, I don't like it. My last words to the stylist before she started cutting were "Please don't make me look like an old soccer Mom".
Here is my hair today, after being slept on. What I've realized is that I wanted not just a haircut, but someone else's hair. Sleek, shiny straight hair. I guess I was expecting a miracle hair cut.
Sometime when I have a spare 1 or 2 hours (ha!) I'll try flat-ironing it and see how that looks. I know people tell me to be grateful for my thick, healthy hair, but I'm just not right now.