It’s truly incredible how attached women get to their hair. I am the worst victim to this. I have grown my hair long ever since an unfortunate bob plagued my early preteen years, and I haven’t looked back since. I knew that I needed to cut my hair. It had to be done. It was getting so long that I was getting weird stares and comments from people. Friends started describing my hair as ‘poofy’ and ‘crazy’ and ‘witchy’ and ‘like a block of cheese’. Strangers at concerts would come up to me and creepily talk about how they liked how I looked from behind. In short, I knew it was time. This morning, a wonderful friend cut my hair, and she cut 10 inches! Maybe it doesn’t look that short to you. It feels very short to me. It’s funny how cutting your hair feels like losing your powers, or your originality, or something that makes you “you”. I am learning to like it.
I went from this hair….
I had ponytails like this:
so unwieldy I know, but I liked it… the chaos of it. The bristling palm tree atop my head.
and now I can’t even put my hair in a bun!