Nicole, Mary, and myself had all met at Chili’s for dinner, Jenny was the last of us to walk in and when she did she was beaming from ear to ear. “So what do you guys think?" She asked with a huge smile on her face and a twirl. I looked her up and down looking for something new she may have bought, but noticed that she was dressed comfortably like the rest of us, wearing a pair of black yoga pants, a pair of comfortable running shoes, and a white tank top under a puffy black North Face satin jacket.
As she twirled her hair flew out behind her like a storm, and I couldn’t help but notice how much longer her hair had grown in just eight months. In fact as I looked around the table I realized all of our hair looked different from that night eight months ago. Jenny’s hair had grown from her waist to nearly the bottom of her bum, Nicole’s hair now shined with such a beautiful shimmer that it almost looked like a satin blanket, and Mary’s complete hair makeover had turned her long straight hair into a long, stylish, Hollywood worthy mane. Even my own hair, which had been to the middle of my bum eight months ago, had grown quickly down the back of my legs, now resting at the middle of my thighs. It even defied the laws of physics, as hair usually became more frail the longer it got, mine instead only became thicker, shinier, healthier, and more beautiful with each new inch. I think I had Nicole’s treatments and products to thank for that however, as did Jenny. But other than her new length, I couldn’t see anything other than the fact that she had apparently forgotten her glasses again.
