For a long time, I have been contemplating cutting all my hair off.
Wait! Let me rephrase that.
For a long time, I have been contemplating cutting my hair really really short. Granted my hair isn’t amazingly long in the first place.
For women, our hair can sometimes be a security clutch. We sometimes base the quality of our appearance on the length of our hair. In a way, I admire people who fearlessly cut it all off. I sense a strength and confidence and lack of attachment to eighteen inches of dead skin cells ( because in actuality that’s what hair is-dead skin).
If I ever were to pursue this thought of cutting my hair, my choice of style would be either a pixie cut or a short bob. I have an oval-shaped head, and I believe both styles would frame my face nicely. Also, I love the daily low maintenance short requires, which suits my usual on-the-run schedule. The only thing I fear is , “What if it the hairstyle doesn’t look like how I imagined it?”.
What do I do then?
Pick up all the strands of my hair laying on the salon floor, hold them against my chest, and begin to mourn??? With a hair cut like this, there’s no turning back. AGHHH…decisions, decisions, decisions.