Hello everyone! I feel like my opening line is always just apologizing for being absent for so long, but I'm trying to get better at this whole blogging thing.
Today marks the one year anniversary of me chopping off 1 and a half feet of my hair and gaining a lob. I thought that today I would reflect a little on the experience.
For the longest time, my hair was my security blanket; In my childhood, my mom used to always force me, dragging my kicking and screaming self to the hair salon, to get a bob. She always said it looked so cute, but I HATED it. So when I got into my teen years and was in control of my own hair, I let it grow out as long as I could. Except it was never long enough. I never realized how much hair I had until it was gone. I was under the impression that my hair was about shoulder length so average medium length hair but in reality it was down to my lower back. I was able to control everything about it, long hair isn't really finicky and doesn't have it's own mind. One day I was sick with the flu, lying around miserable as ever and decided that I was going to do something spontaneous. So I scheduled a hair appointment for the next day (yes, I was no longer contagious) and told the receptionist that I wanted a lob so I couldn't back out of it. I got to the salon and went with it, closing my eyes throughout the entire experience because I couldn't bear to see my precious hair be taken from me. I walked out as a new person. I was no longer defined by my hair, I wasn't just the one with the "pretty hair", I could be edgy and explore different facets of my own personality rather than just being confined by being the conventional figure of femininity. I didn't have the long hair to play with when I was nervous or the ability to be lazy and just throw it up in a bun when I slept in. Most of all, I realized how stupid I was for putting so much of my self confidence in the way my hair looked. I realize that this may sound superficial and petty but my hair had become a part of my identity by that stage in my life and by taking it away, I had to learn to compensate for that "gap" in my identity. Getting rid of most of your hair isn't a choice for many people and I applaud them for being able to handle it so well (remember to donate your hair!!) but I also urge all of you to try and cut off a little more than you are used to.