delladilly asked: yo did your hair get long again?
yeah it did this thing called “grow”.
My hair’s been growing pretty fast and I’m definitely well into the ladyburns stage and getting into the mullet stage. I’ve considered getting it trimmed but I really don’t feel like spending the $15 for a haircut and I think to myself, “maybe I can rock the Sara Quin look.”
I did this to my hair today and it made my mom unreasonably upset.
"You look like an idiot. Don’t stand next to me in public."
About two months ago, I faced one of my bigger fears. I went to a hair salon and cut my hair shorter than it’s been since kindergarten. I have had relatively long hair for over 15 years of my life. The last time I cut my hair somewhat short was the summer of 2009, before leaving for Senegal. The hair stylist cut off 11 inches, which was then donated to locks of love. My hair rested just above my shoulders, with enough length to be able to be tied back for my entire time under the hot Dakar sun.
Within a year, it grew back long enough for me to whip it around (I had a lot of fun with Willow Smith’s first single). But I toyed around a lot with the idea of cutting my hair off again—this time, cutting it short. I was hesitant for an entire semester. First off, I didn’t want to leave my neck unprotected for an entire Boston winter. Secondly, I’m really cheap and don’t usually get more than one haircut a year. But mostly, I was scared. I was scared that short hair would look terrible on me and I would have to wait years before it grew back out. I was also worried my head was a weird shape (this is legit the biggest obstacle between me and me shaving my head). But, second week of February rolls around and I decide I just need to fucking do it.
I took this photo the day after my haircut. It’s really liberating, not having to deal with long hair. It’s also really fun playing with hair products I’ve never used before. At the salon I was actually planning on going shorter. But my hair dried longer than I thought it would. Even so, I was pretty happy with it.
Something I didn’t expect when cutting my hair was how it would change the way people see me and the way certain actions or behaviors of mine are received. I really feel as if I’m accidentally experiencing the Important Haircut trope. The labels immediately changed.
When my hair was longer, if I went a few days without washing it, my hair was simply greasy. Now, I can throw some wax on my head for a styled or bedhead look.
When my hair was longer, if I wore a solid colored V-neck and jeans, it was lazy. Now, it’s just that I’m going for a minimalist aesthetic.
When my hair was longer, if I saw someone on campus and tilted my chin up at them without saying “Hi”, it was mostly awkward or rude. Now, it’s “the lesbian head nod”.
When my hair was longer, I never noticed the length of other girls’/women’s hair. Now, I notice it all the time. I especially notice short hair. I’ve definitely caught myself looking at other people’s short hairstyles, making a mental note of it for future haircuts. I’ve caught some people doing (what I imagine is) the same to me. It’s kind of like a club.
My hair has grown noticeably these past two months. I do think I might cut it shorter in a month or so. My friend, Julia, who cut all her hair off this summer, told me short hair is addicting. She’s right. I constantly think about how I want my next haircut to look. I’d really like to try and pull off a faux-hawk one of these days, however ridiculous that might be.
we're screw-ups. I'm a screw-up and I plan to be a screw-up until my late 20s, maybe even my early 30s.
24-year-old east coast women's college graduate with a laptop and no original thoughts.
currently attempting to make something of my life after screwing around in france for a few months.
my friends and I also like to post photos of food+beer.