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I’ve been thinking about hair lately. Mostly because of this butch-job I got a couple of days ago. Considerably shorter than I was going for (to put it mildly), but I didn’t get too worked up this time because my hair grows super fast. Also, if I wanted to pull it off, I told myself I had to own that short-do. Amazing how people’s opinions are affected by the confidence you project.
This is a picture of me in h.s.
Look at all that baby fat, ain’t it cute? Notice the long hair. I didn’t realize until college when a drama classmate had to portray me that I used my hair as a curtain to hide from the world. As you can see now, there ain’t no hiding, no way. And I’m comfortable with it.
But I wonder when that change took place, when I became able to bare myself in front of the world. I’m kind of surprised that it is at this point in life. In our England photos I even let loose and smiled big old open mouth smiles, showing my most-attractive braces and all. I surprised myself when I realized I didn’t mind. The thing that was important, what I loved about those photos, was how happy I looked.
I don’t know when or why it happened, but I am so glad to finally be comfortable in this skin.
When I was little, I didn’t have any hair until I was five, and it didn’t grow out past my shoulders until the end of middle school. I remember thinking that I was ugly because I didn’t have Rapunzel hair- now I do, but it’s still not that long. It was silly, but I never smiled in my photos because my mom said the teeth didn’t own up to the rest of the image. Ah, memories…by high school I had accepted myself, but my pictures always held a strange, withdrawn look. In a way, I like it- I think of it as my writer side. So keep writing! I know I will.