A guy about
my age approached me today in the bus on the way to a gym class. He had taken a
picture of my braided Nautilus bun and wanted to file share it to my phone.
Funny, in
retrospect I should be creeped out he took a picture without asking me first,
but I’m not. He didn’t completely do a “hit n run” compliment but it was close
enough not to get me uncomfortable with the situation.
Ironically
I get a compliment on a day where my hair is being a hot mess! It’s weird,
slippery and generally a pain and kept up in a pinching and fuzzy braided Nautilus.
I’ve kept it in a simple braid since my protein and oil treatment to let it
settle down on its own. The only reason I wrung it up in a bun was that I was
going to the gym and needed it out of my way.
It’s funny,
years ago I would have been completely overjoyed getting a compliment like
this, but now it just leaves me mildly embarrassed.
I guess it
comes with having had long hair so many years that it has become a part of “me”
and I don’t see it as special anymore?
That's a sweet story :)
ReplyDeleteI mean, I think this guy was genuine and wanted to share a nice hair photo with you--to me, that's nice.
I've always found I've gotten compliments when I felt at my worst--whether it be hair or appearance or what not--makes you wonder if we are just too hard on ourselves?