No, of course you don't. Because you're a decent human being.
I never think that either. In fact, I normally think the opposite. I think everyone has great hair. Whether it's sleek or frizzy or short or long, I always think that everyone's hair looks beautiful and well kept and enviable.
Except for my own. I always think my own hair looks ridiculous. Which is insane. I have great hair. It holds curl like a champ. I love my natural color. It's healthy and full (remember when I was loosing my hair?! Those were Dark Days. But I've recovered and now it's a mane.) And I can almost guarantee that no one is whispering under their breath, "Will you have some dignity Rachel and manage that tumbleweed of yours". No one is thinking that!
It's just that I see my hair every day. I know it intimately. I know where all the cowlicks are. It is very fluffy at times and other times it looks like an oil slick. I now have this random dent in my hair that has formed just above my left temple. And it is as infuriating as it is hilarious. But who doesn't have a complicated relationship with their hair? We all think it looks gross just as much as it looks great.
And frankly, I'm kind of tired of feeling bad about my hair. So a few weeks ago I decided to stop feeling bad about it and to just embrace it. I'm embracing the fluff! I'm embracing the cowlicks! I'm embracing the weird dent. I've already decided to embrace my gray hair when it really starts coming in because have you seen my mom? She has glorious silver hair. And the few grays that I have now look like lightening strikes coming out of my head, which naturally make me feel like one of the X-Men, which naturally makes me think of Hugh Jackman and all is right with the world.
So there, I'm embracing it and I'm happy with it. Which means that it was a really easy jump to cutting it myself. Wait, what? Yes. I got out of the shower last night and thought, well why not. I've always wanted to try it. I've watched videos on YouTube. I have sharp scissors. Let's just do this thing. I mean, the worst that could happen was that I hate it and I have to call Sarah up and have her fix it. Which means that I would get to hang out with Sarah. There was nothing to lose. So I did it and I kind of love it.
I took about two inches off and with it came all my layers and any apprehension about cutting my own hair. It was easy and I felt great afterwards. And then I posted a picture of a CVS bag full of my hair on Instagram (@rachelsaysso), which I realize now was gross. Loose wet hair makes me gag. This may very well be a mid-life hair crisis but it is certainly cuter and cheaper than a Camero.