… having short hair.
It’s been almost a year since I chopped my locks, and the ‘do has undergone a lot of tweaks over the months. I’ve liked every iteration, and am sure that my look will continue to evolve, but the constant has been loving the feeling of short, sassy locks that show my face and align with my personal style. I imagine that someday I’ll grow it all out, but I have loved and am loving living the short hair life.
Whenever someone who has worn her hair long for ages goes short, she’s typically applauded for her bravery. To me, bravery means saving a child from a burning building, running for office, standing up to a bully. Hair grows back. Cutting it all off is certainly a risk, and growing it back out is certainly a process, but making the choice to wear your hair short doesn’t strike me as a courageous move. On the other hand, hair is EXTREMELY emotional. Our own hair and hair-related choices are fraught and difficult, and we can even become emotionally involved in the hair-lives of celebrities. So perhaps short hair is a braver move than I realize.