The Long and The Short of It

So, here's the deal- I am a short haired person. I have always been a short haired person. It's part of my identity. As a child my mother cut my hair short. I'm not sure why she chose me to be the short haired girl, to my recollection all four of my sisters usually had long hair. Maybe it was because I was a tomboy and I asked her to do it, I can't really remember. But that's just the way it always was. Even in junior high and high school, where at some point my dad suggested I grow my hair out because boys like long hair and I would date more if I grew mine out, I defiantly left it short. If boys didn't like me because I had short hair then they weren't worth my time. I wasn't going to change something that I felt was so ingrained in my identity just to catch the eye of a boy. And when I finally did meet my husband, he loved my short hair (he had a huge crush on Meg Ryan when her hair was super short) and he loved me for me.

Even when I have had long hair I still felt like a short haired person on the inside. For the past three or so years I have had long-ish hair, the longest my hair has ever been. I tried really, really hard to be a long haired person, but I never felt like it fit me. My husband admitted he liked my hair long and I let it grow for years. I only got it trimmed when I got my hair done, but eventually I came to realize that me and long hair are just not meant to be. I once dreamed of long, flowing locks cascading down my back- thick, shiny and smooth. But I was trying to be something, someone I am not. So here's to the new old me, suddenly I feel like myself again! (and my husband loves it!)