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My hair, that was about my hair

It was a cold January afternoon that I forced my mum to drive me to the hair saloon. High School was about to start after Christmas break, and I had been thinking about my looks for a veery long time. Specially about my hair, which was 15" long, and straight and shiny, but I just couldn't find myself dressing it. It just wasn't for me, a "oversized hoodie and converse" kind of girl (the ones who laugh at other girls for wearing makeup to high school, yeah, those ones). I actually liked my hair, and was my main characteristic, but I wasn't comfortable enough.
So that day, after overthinking it, my mum took me to the hair saloon. When I was asked what I wanted, I answered 'a boyish cut, with bangs'. There was a lot of drama. Another customer dramatically muffled 'I can't look at it. It's so pretty'. The girl cutting my hair had to tie it and struggle with her scissors for five minutes, until my ponytail was no longer my ponytail, just a bunch of hair on a table.

The first impressions were among the lines of 'You're so brave, I couldn't do it.', and 'What if you hadn't liked the result?', but the general verdict was that it suited me more than my long hair. And I felt comfortable in so many new levels. For the first time in years, I felt pretty more than two days on a row. And I enjoyed the boyish look I got when I wore an unisex tee. Back then, I liked to think that the haircut meant a further change on my life, just as happened in movies. Obviously, any change would have nothing to do with the looks. 
But soon, people started suggesting that i should let it grow again. 'We've enjoyed the joke, but you should go back to normal'. My favorite is, and will always be 'You have to let your hair grow again, because you won't look cute on summer dresses with that haircut'.
Of course, I kept my pixie haircut, except for one year, where I fell in love with Karen Gillan and the way her locks framed her face. It took me several months of not cutting my hair to remember that I'm not Karen Gillan (awful discovering, I know). 

Despite 4 years have passed since that, there is still drama about my hair choices. I strongly remember a guy at a party, while playing Never Have I Ever, turned a question around to make everyone clear that he wasn't sexually attracted to me because of my pixie haircut (good for you, pal).

So, as an answer to the title: No, I won't let my hair grow again, at least for the close future. This is the most comfortable I've been, and I don't mean it in a 'haven't combed my hair in a week lololol' (which is also great). When I look at the mirror, I like what I see. And despite what someone told me, I do look stunning on summer dresses, just as I do on oversized hoodies. I still enjoy the boyish messy look, but also wearing makeup and heels to make a difference.

Some people has told me I won't get as much boys to hit on me as I would if I had long hair. Well, this is actually true, but I'll have to let something clear: the guys who don't hit on me because I have short hair are the ones I don't want to have anything to do with, because they're usually bigotred sexist assholes. A guy who doesn't respect your decisions about your body and your looks is clearly a guy who won't respect you on a higher level. Or, at least, this is what I've seen over the years, correct me if I'm wrong. 

So yeah, this is the story of my haircut, my looks and my fashion decisions from the last 4 years. Long story short, short hair is great, and would recommend all ladies to try it. 



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