My hair symbolizes a lot to me. It symbolizes my need for change, my need to be in charge and my need to take out frustrations.
This summer I did something I would’ve never done in the past. I cut my hair above my shoulders. It was shorter than it has ever been in my 22 years on this planet.
Everyone questioned me and asked why I cut my long hair. At first, I would say because I wanted to. Yes, it’s my choice and I wanted to. My hair, my choice to do whatever I want with it of course.
I realized once I kept wanting to cut my hair even shorter that I was doing it for deeper reasons. I was going through a hard time precisely when I made that decision.
I was at a point where I was frustrated with my emotions, myself and my memories. I needed a big change. Something to distract my mind from the hardships of life.
That first time I cut my hair I felt liberated. This change was going to bring me a confidence I was lacking. I was liberated from being the same woman who was melting away inside. I looked in the mirror and saw something different.
The second time I cut my hair even shorter was because I had reached a breaking point. I wanted to keep escaping from who I was and the image I was so accustomed to in the mirror.
Yes cutting my hair was positive but I was avoiding the truth within. The truth that I was unhappy and I had to heal within so I could love what I saw in the mirror.
Short hair, long hair, makeup, bare-faced, I had to fall in love again with what was within…