As I have previously mentioned, I had to have my hair fixed after the debacle at Master Cuts (where, incidentially, Patrick referred to me as a 12 year old boy - yeah...ouch!). Since having it fixed, however, I have had more compliments, whistles, and winks than I can ever remember.
Last night at work, several of the nurses said that I look like a model. Laughing it off at the time, I didn't really think about it again until this morning. It is amazing how just a simple haircut can change how people look at you...at how you look at yourself. You may do nothing more than stand up straighter, walk with your head held high and think that you are finally worth something and people really notice and respond to it...to you.
I have no aspirations of being a model, but it is nice to be likened to one. To see yourself as others see you. Beautiful and desirable.
