I have a very intimate relationship with my hair. For various reasons unknown, a person’s hair is a big part of their identity (particularly if you’re a female, I’ve found, although I’m trying not to generalise!), and for the last ten years I’ve been overly precious about mine. I’ve been growing it ever since I cut it all off and hated it as a teenager, and anything more than two inches getting trimmed off was cause for a mental breakdown.
So, as it was my birthday yesterday (I’m TWENTY-THREE! I can’t believe it), I decided this week to give myself the gift of liberation, and chopped it all off.
Don’t believe me? Here was my hair, pre-chop:
All two and a half feet of it.
And here’s my hair, post-chop!!
I ended up having about six or seven inches chopped off in the end, and while that may not seem like much to some, it feels very drastic to me.
I’m very glad to say: I love it!! It feels so much lighter, it takes almost no time to blow-dry and it’s a lot more manageable. Although I really liked having my hair so long, it got to a point where it was overwhelming, so I’m glad that’s gone. I also had a lot of anxieties about how strongly tied my hair was to my identity, and I’m happy to let those go.
Cheesy as it sounds, I’m starting new chapters in a number of areas in my life, so it’s a bit like a fresh start. I might even go shorter!!
What do you think?