Hair Is Just Hair

i cut off my hair last night. considering i did it with a pair of household scissors, it doesn't look that bad. i have to admit, i was a little emotional when i made the decision to chop it. and by emotional, i mean pissed. i will not go into the long story here, but judging from how it turned out, i think i should make more of my decisions without thinking.

hair is something i have struggled with...forever. i am a member of the hair-challenged community, meaning that i can't do anything with it. i wash it. that's it. i've always had really long hair (because of ballet rules) but since quitting that activity, have found it difficult to cut it short. it's thick, heavy, and wavy. i have a small face with small features--long hair overwhelms my face. it is not the most attractive "look" for me. and yet, most people i know are very reluctant to part with my hair. it took me years to convince my hairdresser to cut it above my shoulders. i even tried to go to an expensive salon for a more drastic change, thinking they would be more likely to do what i wanted. no such luck.

it's hair and it will grow back. what's the worst thing that could happen? i just don't understand the hang-up here. i've had plenty of horrible cuts over the years. they just result in really embarassing photos. i think people are afraid of being different, of looking different. they don't want to stand out from the crowd. they don't want to take a chance. well, fine. turns out i proved to myself that i have the balls to cut off my own hair. checkmate. ciao, liz