Let's face it -- nobody really likes getting their hair done. Sure, the free head massage and not having to put forth your own effort blow drying your hair is nice -- but nothing can forgive the reflection you sit in front of for 2+ hours every six to eight weeks.

"Are my thighs really that wide? Maybe if I cross my legs I'll feel skinnier."

"Are my eyes and mouth really small or is my face that fat?"

"Am I wearing a choker or is that another fat wrinkle on my neck?"

Admit it, we've all been there. Some days, I blame the mirror, other days I blame the pint of Ben & Jerry's I ate sitting in bed shamelessly the night before.

While contemplating the sanity of any guy who was clearly not in their right mind to date me, I begin downloading "eat right" or "get fit" apps on my phone to embark on a new revelation. I carefully plan on how I will execute the perfect weight loss(look perfect) program. Before I know it -- to the washing station.

As my hair lady strokes through my hair I begin to drift away to a time and place where I feel beautiful just the way I am.

It's always a rude awakening when the warm water shuts off and the old terry cloth is thrown on my head. My ears are freezing and I can count on my bronzer being rubbed off around my face. Surely enough I can hardly recognize the wet headed Marilyn Manson creature looking back at me when I return to that awful chair that seems like a fraction of the size of the mirror in front of me. There goes all motivation.

Before I know it, my Brazilian blow out has me completely inspired to go grab a spray tan and a manicure. May even stick to eating salads for a week. But we can all count on my return to that wretched chair in six weeks in all my glory -- pale skin, dark roots, and all.

Repeat.