If I had to choose a follicly-blessed spirit animal, it would either be Marie Forleo (real hair) or Erica Girardi (real expensive hair). Since I have neither the genetics or the glam squad, I decided to do my life and salon budget a favor and chop it. My only regret...not doing it sooner. There is something liberating about having your husband shave your head every two weeks, and calling it good.

After I cut my hair, I started sending my brother daily bed-head shots because well, simple people - simple pleasures. If you share our humor - you're welcome.