Some adventures are only a pair of scissors away.

This week, I got my hair chopped!

Listen, if you have never cut off a large chunk of your hair before, you have not experienced the incredible catharsis that occurs. Is it due to the symbolism of hacking away years of memories and starting new? Or perhaps just the elation at the result of a totally adorable pixie cut? The world may never know.

So, why did I do it? This time, the forerunning factor was convenience. Working in the healthcare field and being constantly on the move meant that I almost always had my hair up in a ponytail/bun/clip. Sometimes, I would throw in a cute milkmaid braid, just to freshen things up, but that wasn’t a regular occurrence. My hair had become a hassle and just another thing I had to pack for (seriously, I sometimes felt I could fill a public pool with the amount of bobby pins and hair-ties I had).

This wasn’t a necessarily easy decision though. In fact, this was a decision I spent way too much time and emotional energy mulling over. You see, I have cut my hair in a similar fashion before and received several questions/opinions, that were often not sought after, and sugar-coated offensive/obtrusive insinuations, though often unintended to be so. They, and the ideas they implied, swirled around in my mind as I weighed on whether I wanted to cut my hair or not.

“Is this your way of coming out?”

“I liked your hair long better.”

“I think the other style flattered your face more. Short hair often fattens faces.”

“Your curls were so cute though!”

“Oh! What did your mom say?”

“You know, you’re going to have to wear make-up all the time now so that people don’t mistake you as a boy.”

(…Guys, I’m not pulling your leg here. These are actual statements/questions that were said to me)

Eventually, I had to look myself in the mirror and acknowledge that these were thoughts people would possibly have…and that I had to not let that bother me. Whatever preconceptions and offered opinions might come, it doesn’t change who I am. And for goodness’ sake, I didn’t want others’ possible opinions to keep me from such a small thing as a haircut! That’s perfect nonsense!

I am not my hair, just as much now as when my hair was long. I am still the same ol’ me…just without a ponytail.

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