a pretentious rant about hair
You don’t know how freeing it is to have people accept and like your short hair. I know it’s my hair, and i can do whatever the fuck I want. But I’ve always been associated with my hair given how it’s thick and curly and everyone was envious, but lately it never felt like mine. It was pretty, sure, but was it me? No. I’m a bit rough around the edges, I want my hair to be. It’s so goddamn freeing to have people like it. Because I love it, and I am so happy right now. Like, so happy right now.
The poor hairdresser nearly had a heart attack when I showed her a photo. Mum came with me for emotional support and the hairdresser was just like ‘’are you sure you’re going to let her do this’’. She got so nervous every time she cut a big chunk off, lamenting at the length. But when she started styling it she started getting excited, and when I first saw the under cut part at the back I started crying my wee heart out because it looked better than I ever imagined.
Even my neck, the thing i’m so goddamn insecure about because the bones didn’t grow properly… it doesn’t look half as bad with short hair and I don’t understand it. I also have a jaw line, who knew?
Even my mum said that she could see that I just look more like myself. I honestly am as giddy as a child on christmas right now. I’m also so happy I got it before Pride, because I feel so liberated and that’s the best feeling to have before Pride, right?