About a haircut and a selfie
Today I got a haircut, a mullet. I want to say it's not really a mullet, but it is.
To say it's only mullet-adjacent is a shallow way for me to avoid feeling cringe and vulnerable about a haircut I like and have wanted for a long time.
I felt good when I left the salon, and knew I'd be talking a photo to share online when I got home. It only feels fair to acknowledge the mullet for what it is.
While taking those selfies, I was reminded that I haven't taken a selfie with the intention to post in so long. I felt out of practice.
My Instagram acts a little like this blog, capturing and sharing moments as they happen. No curating, no themes, no schedules. Just notice, capture, share.
And those moments don't really include selfies. Partially because I was self conscious for a while and also to sort of like cleanse myself from my teenage Instagram which was only selfies.
Thinking back on that, I had no idea what I was doing. It sorta felt like those mobile games that reward you for checking in everyday. Like I was saying "Hi, yes, I have an Instagram, and I post on there."
Honestly, selfies had felt like the safest thing to post so it makes sense that I stuck with it for as long as I did. I'm glad I ventured away from that now though, even if taking selfies feels awkward now.
I'd like to take more selfies, even if just to capture more moments of my hair doing a thing I like, or of an outfit I feel good in. I don't think I'll return to my teenage selfie ways, but a selfie every now and again doesn't hurt.