sweet jesus, my hair.

life is toughing wearing your hair up everyday, for someone whose hair is probably.. well there favourite part of themselves. Not trying to blown my own trumpet or anything you know, you know.
But anyway the hairdresser is the human form of satan and absoloutely destroyed my hair with some tacky gold streaks. I've been fighting a battle with my hair since the start of the new year, i have desperately tried (and spent way loads) getting rid of the bright red i had for so long, trying to achieve a nice light brown that i could ombre for when its sunny and nice. I recall telling the hairdreser how much i despise highlights and that they were just not what i wanted, and she reassured me with how subtle what she was doing was and that it wasn't highlights, just steadily lightening my hair. I have had to wear my hair up every single day since the incident, its traumatic, it really is, i have a funny thing about the sides of my face being on show...
Having a constant bun on the top of my head is making me try a little harder with my makeup and stuff, be a little less casual so ive started to bring out the deep red lippyoh i look so solemn. smiling is a task when you hate your hair as much as i now do. luckily for your eyes you can't see the garishness in these photographs. I have this phobia that wearing your hair up makes your face look fatter.. well in my case i fear anyway, so i've been trying to keep up with the exercise this week, although i baled saturday and sunday, i just dont have the strength to force myselfs on the weekends, too lazy.
So im posting this picture here.. for my own benefit, in the hope that seeing it on my blog will remind me that i need to get on with the exercise and healthy eating so that i can actually leave the house in these shorts.. instead of just wearing them under things, so i apolagise for this unsightly picture, hopefully ill post one, one day, where im looking a little healthier! i ramble so much. repping brand new though.. they are great.