Recently, I cut my hair short. It wasn’t incredibly long. It was past my shoulders but not quite to my bra strap. I’ve been growing it since it was a pixie / boy cut at about 19 years old. So about 7 years. In that 7 years, it has been thin, limp and an overall pain in my rear end. I was able to fix some things. Switched to a more natural shampoo, stopped dying my hair with conventional dyes and switched to henna. Found some ways to style it with a round brush and blow dryer instead of just flat ironing it every day.
It was a little longer than this.
As you can see, not incredibly long. I liked it well enough. I was just bored with it. It’s very thin and very fine so it would just fall flat. No matter how much product and round brushing, and wishing I did, I would end the day with my hair flat against my head. It drove me insane but I kept trying to work through it. My husband wanted me to have long hair so gosh darn it, I was going to have long hair.
As I’ve mentioned before, last year was a really crappy year. You know, to put it eloquently. I decided early on in 2015 that it was going to be a better year. Not because of the things I couldn’t control but because of the things I could. I’ve found out some bad news that I am forcing to look at as good news (later to come in a blog post) and although a lot of things in my life seem out of my control, I felt the need to control something. In this journey of trying to get pregnant, it just seems to be one thing after another of bad news that I can’t do a whole lot about. THAT IS SO STRESSFUL. It’s one thing to be able to fix it, it’s a whole different issue when you feel like you just keep getting more and more crap thrown at you.
I decided to cut my hair for a lot of reasons. One of those was because I had been growing my hair out for so long, I was ready for a change. Another was that I wanted to be in a different place this year and what better way to mark that for myself than to chop off 6 to 8 inches of hair. And wanting to be incredibly lazy about styling my hair was admittedly a little bit of my motivation. So I did. I went to a nice conservative bob. Nothing too shocking, just a lot shorter.
See. Nothing major. I. Really. Like It. A lot. I think it’s still feminine while being a little different. A little funky without compromising professionalism. Very me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten a lot of positive responses. Which is always nice. The part that was shocking to me was the number of men in my life who felt they needed to give commentary on my short hair. You know because I was concerned with whether or not a guy I work with still finds me attractive. His exact words when he saw me were, “Boy, girls sure do like to cut their hair short.”
I was so surprised that I just stared at him. If I was more witty, my response should have been, “Yeah, it’s all gone downhill since we started letting women read.”
This person wasn’t unique, just the rudest. The first time I went to church after I cut my hair, I actually left angry. I realize that I am at a place with older, much more conservative people and usually men are going to think that long hair is better but my hairstyle is not my only defining feature. First off, I think I look adorable with short hair. 🙂 But beyond that, even if a person doesn’t like short hair, I still take good care of myself. I am fit. I’m smart. I’m motivated. I work really hard. Why does short hair suddenly make me “not attractive”?
And to that point, since when is my hair style and the way I dress for anyone else but me? Sure, I want my husband to think I look good but that’s not anyone’s business whether he does or not. That’s between us. I know people make the comment all the time, “Women don’t do that for men, they do it for each other.”
SO WHAT IF WE DO IT FOR EACH OTHER? SO WHAT IF WE DO IT FOR MEN? SO WHAT IF WE DO IT FOR OURSELVES?
WE ARE NOT DEFINED BY HOW WE LOOK.
I’ve never understood this. My daily decisions are about how I feel. Not how you feel about how I look. How does this concept of doing anything to please other people suddenly become a fact? In other words, I didn’t cut my hair as a feminist statement but I’m starting to feel like it should be.
We should be supportive of each other rather than judge each other. I know it’s almost human nature but rather than question why such a nice girl would cut off her long, beautiful hair, maybe you should just tell her she looks nice. You don’t know why she did it. Maybe she was in a lot of pain and needed to do something different so she felt like she was in control of something in her life. Or maybe she just didn’t feel good about herself anymore and wanted something a little dramatic to boost her self esteem. A person doesn’t know what someone else is dealing with. Don’t assume a haircut or clothing style change or anything is something insignificant.
And really, if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.