Miss. Mopit

I came down the stairs this morning to my parents saying, "We really, really love you, but your hair looks greasy." My mom likened it to a dirty mop picking up debris as it swipes surfaces. "You're not on the trail yet," they said.

My parents think my hair looks like this...

But I can assure you my hair looks more like this.

My dad left the room, returned with a mop on his head, stood beside me and asked my mom if we looked alike.  Luckily, I have a sense of humor, so we were laughing the whole time.

This is something that I will not miss when I am on the trail, mirrors, all 5 of them telling me I look unkempt.  One of the things that resonated with me when I corresponded with thru-hiker Moss was that she missed not caring about her appearance. Society puts so much pressure on you to look good, she explained.

As for me, there will be reflections, just not my reflection, after all I'm pretty sure there aren't any mirrors on the trail and the trees tend to keep their opinions to themselves.