Confessions of a Brush-aholic

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hairbrushIt’s true; I can’t deny it.  I am a brush-aholic.  Every time I see my hairbrush, I feel this urge, this temptation to brush my hair.  I shouldn’t do it, I know, but I still do – in a nearly mindless fashion.  Sometimes I won’t even be fully aware of what I’ve done until I am already putting my hairbrush down.  Then comes that sinking feeling, because I know what results from this bad brushing habit.  First I end up with that charming “triangle head” look.  And, because that fluffy style impedes my vision, I pull it back with clips, which gives it that equally charming cocker spaniel-esque look.

It started years ago.  From the time I was little, I had super fine, stick-straight hair, which I kept until I was about thirteen.  But then it got thicker and wavier and thicker and wavier until it finally decided to do whatever it wanted – and apparently it wanted to curl.  By that time, I treated brushing my hair much the same way as I did brushing my teeth – it was a task that needed to be done in a habitual and zealous manner.  Alas, was there ever to be any hope for my hair?  I usually didn’t intend to brush it; it just…happened.  Paul really got it right:

“I do not understand what I do.  For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.”  (Romans 7:15)

larrys-hair-brushBut no more.  I have decided to quit brushing my hair for my own good.  I marched up to the bathroom mirror, looked my reflection right in the eye, and said, “I do not have straight hair.”  So I am going to stop treating my hair like it’s straight.  Curly hair does not deserve to be subjected to the abuse of multiple daily brushings.

Scripture tells us to resist temptation and it will flee from us.  Well, I have been resisting my temptation for nearly five days now.  However, in the best interest of my hair, I have decided to give the temptation a head-start in fleeing.  My hairbrush has received the death sentence; it is going to the trash can.  There shall be no mournful renditions of “O Where is My Hairbrush?”; I know exactly where my hairbrush went, and I say good riddance!  Free the curls!

Bye bye, brush!

Bye bye, brush!

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