I'm gorgeous today...

There comes a moment in every curly haired woman's life when she cuts her hair really short and loves it. She thinks that she might not ever go back to the long locks. There is just so much you can do with short hair. Granted, you can't braid it or tie it up in bun, but you can use all those nifty hair toys they sell at pharmacies. You get to the point, as you are growing it out, where you can't do anything at all with it but keep it tied back. You can't braid it yet, but no longer are those nifty hair toys enough to hold it all in, out, and up. They are just not strong enough. It also look really dumb when it is simply down. The curls will not behave. You despair. You seriously consider not growing it out this time, perhaps you will cut it off. You can look cute with hair sticking out every which way in a funky do (you can only really pull of pig tails with short hair) It has been so long since the long hair experience that you forget what it is like, and right now the short hair seems so much preferable to the "do nothing with" do that you are currently suffering under. You just really want to cut it all off.
Then one day it happens. You get out of bed one morning and while sitting on the toilet and singing you turn your head and you get a face full of hair. You can actually stick your face in your hair and smell it. I can not adequately explain this experience to someone who does not have long curly hair. You really have to experience it for yourself. And no, sticking you face in someone else long curly hair isn't quite the same as doing it with your own.
Perhaps a week later you discover to your dismay that you can put it up in a bun. True, at this point it is not long enough to stay up by itself, but you can see that light at the end of the tunnel in the near future. One day soon your hair will stay up entirely of it own volition.
Then the clincher happens. The event that makes you seriously question why you cut it all off in the first place. You've washed your hair, put some type of curl junk in it that morning and you have had it up in a bun all day. Your home, on the computer, or perhaps you are watching TV. You get up, go into the bathroom and take the hair tie out. Down come the long perfectly soft curls. They sweep your shoulders and surround your face. It's like looking at a long lost friend. You see a part of you in the mirror you haven't seen in awhile. It just feels like more you for some reason. The goddess with the long curly hair. You can't stop touching it, throwing it into your face, or over your shoulder. You take you hands and pull all of those long curls into your face and repeatedly feel it on your checks. You take deep breaths of it's smell.
You vow never to cut off your hair ever again...