Why’d I cut all my hair off? I always got compliments on it, and I liked my long hair a lot - so why’d I go and buzz my head? Easy: Because it’s scary.
When I told people that’s what I wanted to do I got a range of reactions. Some supportive, some skeptical, but in the end it was my hair, and my decision. My hair was a safety blanket for me, and now that it’s gone, it’s just me against the world. I purposely did it for the challenges I could face. There are days I love the way I look, but others I cripple with insecurities. It’s something I’m forcing myself to deal with.
I always wanted to. I don’t care that women “should” have long hair. It’s stupid stereotype. I almost feel more feminine without the hair. I love to do my makeup, and wear my favorite lipsticks, and I look damn good in a dress with this hair do, if I might say so myself. I’m allowed to experiment with my looks and my style and my fashion.
Contrary to my old beliefs, I don’t think I ever want a “signature” look. I want to be adaptable and fluid. I want to be able to find new things and grow into them. I want to love my long hair and love it short. I want to wear all the make up I want and then love my bare face too. I’m allowed to be whatever I feel like when I wake up that day. I’ll wear a dress and pretty nail polish, and I’ll wear my dirty boots and smudged eyeliner.
The bottom line is, I cut my hair because I finally figured out I can do whatever the hell I want. I realized that at any moment in time - I could change my life if I wanted to. Nothing’s stopping me but me. .