I hate my hair right now. In about three hours, I’m leaving for the airport, a situation where I’m pretty comfortable saying I’d rather read as male instead of female. The guys running security can be really creepy. I’m stealing some of my brother’s clothes for the trip, so those, plus the lovely $10 binder I bought a few weeks back, and final result is workable. I’m mostly happy with my appearance.
But my hair is really, really girly looking, and I have no clue what to do with it. Fighting the urge to just chop it off myself like I’ve been thinking about.