well...it never stopped. i continued to (not-so) secretly obsess. i spent hours poring over every picture i could find, watching youtube videos of girls getting their hair chopped off, and basically psyching myself up for it.
i was still iffy until about a week ago. i had all the usual worries...it would make my face look chubby, i would have a tiny head on a huge body, i'd look like a boy...and then, suddenly, i booked a hair appointment.
"so what do you want to do today?" she asked as i walked in.
i grinned. "short. i want it short."
she looked a little hesitant. i pulled out my laptop, showed her my pictures, and then sat down in the chair. "cut it off!" i commanded.
hair can be an emotional thing. i hid behind mine for years.
i wouldn't have had the confidence to do this in high school. (and quite honestly, i didn't think i ever would.)
but i've come a long way in 5 years.
my hair was getting boring, so i decided to get rid of it.
and here's the shocker:
i didn't cry. i didn't freak out.
i loved it.
(i know it's not reeaally a pixie, i wasn't quite brave enough to go emma watson style yet. i am considering it though.)
you guys...whether or not you actually like it, i'm so proud of myself.
have a lovely week.