I am not my hair
I decided a few weeks ago to cut my hair short for the summer. I was just going to cut it to my chin or so, but because of a sort of crisis inspired by my imminent graduation, I ended up going whole hog and got it cut very, very short. My decision was also heavily influenced by that fact that I had been listening to this song by India.Arie everyday for weeks. Every time I heard it, I would think “you’re right India, I am not my hair” and I worked up the courage to get rid of it.
My hair has always been one of my best features. The last time I cut my hair even close to this short was back in sophomore year of high school. My hair was incredibly long before the cut (I cut off 16 inches!) and I had become rather vain about it. That cut was definitely inspired by the desire to make myself less egoistic through having less hair to be prideful about.
I would like to say that this recent cut also had a similarly self-improving impetus, but I think it was mostly that I needed a change. And in some ways, this cut has actually called more attention to my hair than I want. I’m sure that will calm down in a few more days once people get used to my new do. But for now, this haircut has almost made me more vain about my hair.
What does your hair mean to you?