ie, the chronicles of my hair
I heard this quote in 500 days of Summer and thought "well that's emo." But it stuck with me. Because I totally get this. I love my hair when its long and wavy and I can braid it and try whatever hairstyles I feel like. But I also love that I have no guilty conscience in chopping it up. Part of this is due to the fact that my hair grows quickly, so I know that it will grow out soon enough if I don't like it short. But I do actually like that I have gotten over my sentimental attachments to my hair.
I always had long hair. One time when I was six, I cut it shoulder length, and after that it was always long. I'd freak out about a trim, and I had my stylist well-trained to never cut it any more than was necessary. (A trait he keeps to this day) Because I had beautiful long hair -- it was one of my key defining qualities. My senior year in high school was the first time I cut it relatively short -- and even then it was mid length at best. But it broke the cycle for me.
I've grown to like it short. So for the past three or four years I've been in a cycle of chop my hair short, grow it out, rinse and repeat. And each time it gets a little shorter. This time I didn't even want to wait for it to grow out, combined with the fact that it was a stage in growing out where it did literally nothing. It wouldn't go curly, wavy or straight. I ended up piling it on top of my head most days. And I was curious as to how it would look chin length. Add in some new year's desire to reinvent oneself and you've got a haircut. So I did it, and did not feel any sentimental pains at watching inches of hair hit the salon floor.
a little Louise Brooks, if I do say so myself.
Gold Star to the Summer's of hairstyles
