Mel Hynes (takhisis) wrote,
Mel Hynes

Wait'll they get a load of me... < /Joker>

The change in healthier eating has done something odd to my figure. It may also be age, but at every point in my life I've kept the same fairly flat-chested, cylindrical shape. I lose weight, I'm a stick. I gain weight, I'm a telephone pole. Same shape, no matter what I do.

Since I started on this healthier "paying attention to what is in my food" pattern, I have been losing weight. But unlike coming off all over as usual, it seems to be coming entirely off my waist and butt. I have something resembling an actual Figure for the first time in my life, and I'm not quite sure how to deal with it. I'm starting to wear things that are somewhat fitted instead of "as baggy as possible to hide as much as I can."

Yesterday I went to my fantastic Mad Hairdresser, as she is now giving me hairstyling in exchange for web services. I <3 the barter system. My hair was being particularly persnicketty and refusing to take the bright red in the stripes (we think it may have been a faulty batch of dye), and finally on the third try she used some of her coworker's dye, which was a different brand and color, but at least it took. So rather than the dark brown with black-widow-red stripes, they're more burgundy-auburn stripes. Which still works, but she's insisted I come back in before Halloween so she can "do them right."

Also while I was in, I asked her if there was something that could be done that was more flattering to my face. The problem I've eternally run into is that I officially have a Fivehead*, but I also have a very square jaw/rectangular face, so trying to give me the standard bangs/fringe solution squares my head off entirely and makes me look like Frankenstein. I briefly had a shoulder-length Anime flip-style haircut years ago (the shortest it'd been since I was a toddler... and now that I think about it, essentially a longer version of Alice's hair from Twilight, but I DID IT FIRST), and it did fantastic things for my face, but it was unfortunately physically impossible for me to recreate the style at home because I cannot dislocate my own shoulders. And the cut looked like scraggled arse without the style. And I cannot afford to have my hair styled by someone else every morning, so that went out the window and I grew it back out again, and haven't found another solution since.

She thought about it for a while, and decided to try some very long bangs, just past jaw-length, curled under to frame my face and soften my jaw into more of an oval shape. It actually looks pretty good! Not uber-glamorous, but better than I had, that's for sure. It's also incredibly easy for me to do at home and they're still long enough to pull back into a ponytail when I work out.

Today I took my Mom and Trin running around to various stores and malls looking for Halloween costume pieces for the kidlet. After many an hour of fighting mall crowds, we were finally as done as we could be in that regard and started heading back to the car. On the way back we had to pass through the makeup area of Macy's, and were called over by a Fabulous(tm) gentleman who was offering free makeovers. My Mom already wanted various refills of things from his area, so I figured, what the heck, I know nothing about casual makeup (just dramatic goth/eveningwear), so let's see what he can do to match the new hair.

After several incidents of trial and error (where it was discovered that my skin tone is "stealth olive", and my body chemistry somehow makes any lipstick 50% more pink than should be possible), I ended up with a casual palette of mostly plum colors that make my eyes giant compelling things, like a cross between Morticia and Bambi. I approve. ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNO-MEL!

So I'm decompressing from the day, picking out a shirt that is flattering and somewhat Racktacular to go out to dinner, admiring the new makeup and pulling the haircut back into place (must break habit of tucking everything behind ears), and stopped to think: "Holy crap, when did I start turning into a GIRL?"

Then I realized I am still wearing kicker jeans, about a half-pound of various steel body jewelry, and army surplus combat boots. So I don't think I'll have to turn in my Tomboy License any time soon. ;)
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