Thursday, September 27 th, 2013, is the exact that day that I cut off thirteen inches of my long, semi-thick dirty brown-blonde hair. I know it might not seem like a crazy huge deal, but to me, it's pretty monumental – and I think that goes for any girl. All my life (with the exception of those few awkward years of hair styles in my eight and ninth year of life... I had a horribly done bowl cut, thing?) I had always had long hair. I wanted to grow it out really long so that I could look like a mermaid, or a cool looking hippie chick or something. But most importantly, with all trends aside, I was attached to my hair – literally, and figuratively. All throughout high school, I didn't dare chop off any inches, even if I was beginning to sport nasty looking dead ends. Nope, nope, nothing would come off. My hair was my life, and vice versa. Seriously. I was becoming known for my bangs, and the long hippie-like hair, and nothing, NOTHING would change.
The summer after I graduated high school, I decided to cut off my hair. It was completely spontaneous and out of the blue. I wanted to do something different and crazy. Now that I was officially out of immature, high school, I told myself that I was on to bigger and better things... and what was a better way to embrace that then to get a new hair style, right? Exactly! When it comes to making highlighted changes, those changes need to be big and bold and loud. So, this chopping off my hair thing was the start of it all. At least that's what I had going in my 19-year-old mind.
1. Changing up your style a bit. (And you wanna show it to the WORLD!)
2. The “why did I do this/I want my long hair back/semi-regret” phase.
Just hours after I cut off my hair, I switched from "oh my God, I look adorable and this is the best thing I have ever done" phase, to "sweet lawd, why did I ever think about cutting thirteen inches off???" The hair that felt so heavy and beautiful on my scalp, was removed by a ton, and it made me feel empty and sad and full of extreme regret. Mind you, I got over this a few months in, but it took awhile to accept that I was still the same person, and I was still beautiful. I was, however, kind of emotional for the next couple of weeks when it came to my hair and my appearance. I would look at pictures of my long hair and desperately wanting it back. Thankfully, this came and went, and soon, it disappeared completely.
3. When you feel adorable.
4. The wonders of getting ready faster.
When I had my long hair, it took me hours to get ready in the morning. Drying my hair soon became more of a task and I absolutely 100 percent dreaded it. It was insanely long, and it snarled a lot, and it took so much effort to make it look good in the morning. But with my short hair, I quick learned that I only took about thirty minutes to get ready. Wash, a quick hair dry that took about five minutes, and then my usual make up (sometimes) routine. It felt so good just to dry my hair, run my fingers through it and go. This allowed me to sleep in later . . . (;
5. Not wanting to get it trimmed.
BEWARE: THE MULLET.
6. When you just want to shave it all off.
7. When someone mistakes you for Emma Watson circa 2011.
8. “I can put it in a little baby ponytail!”
9. “Oh my god, look. It's getting so long!” phase.
10. When you tell yourself you're never cutting it off again.
11. Getting all nostalgic on your hair. (ha ha)
