I believe that yesterday was the first day since I started growing my hair out again that I looked in the mirror and liked the way my hair looked. That’s partly because it’s finally starting to get long enough that it hangs down rather than sticking out at absurd angles, and partly because it was cool enough that I could drive to the T station with the windows most of the way up.
(I’m sure I’ll still be tempted to shave it off the next day it’s really hot and humid, though.)
