i was having trouble adjusting to the change of a (relatively drastic) new haircut when advice on how to deal with that came from an unlikely source.
seeing as i’m 11 years her senior, the role of older sister falls with relative ease upon me, so imagine my surprise when she stepped into the wise older sister position after i sent her a picture of my new hair + what i thought was a silly face.
she saw right through it to my discomfort with the new look.
she had recently undergone a radical haircut (12 inches off) as well, which is how she knew just what to say.
sister E: hey. i cried. like sobbed the first day i had my hair cut. but i played with it and finally decided that it was shorter than i had ever wanted but i would make it work until it grew out more. why be unhappy, it’ll only look worse if you are sad under the haircut. if you are happy and radiating it doesn’t matter what your hair looks like.
me: that is the truest story ever.
sister E: then live it, you are beautiful. own it.
me: when did you become 45?
sister E: over night. haircut did wonders.
i think she wears the role of older sister, not to mention her adorable new haircut, quite well.