Chop It All Off
Two years ago, I had long, luscious, golden blonde hair that fell down to my waist, and I absolutely hated it. Everyone else seemed to love it, though, so I kept it. I dealt with the static, the lengthy drying time, and the hours of styling that I had dealt with ever since I was little, all because I wanted to be loved and accepted. I wanted to fit into the box of typical girls my age who all had the exact same haircut so that I would be considered “pretty” by the rest of my classmates, but I felt miserable in that box and I didn’t know how to escape. Then, one night, I found a link online to the Locks of Love foundation website. That’s it, I thought. This is how I can come up with a great excuse to cut my hair off- I’ll donate it to cancer patients! I told all of my friends at school the next day that I would be cutting off 11 inches of my hair, but nobody really believed me. I told my mother that summer that I wanted to cut my hair short. At first, she was a bit taken aback because I had always had longer hair, but she agreed and that summer, I cut off 11 inches of my hair and donated it to the Locks of Love foundation. It was short, stylish, and everyone told me that I looked …show more content…
I hadn’t even considered cutting my hair any shorter. But after cutting it, it seemed to refuse to grow. I couldn’t tolerate it any longer one day, and I decided to browse online again and look for ideas. One hairstyle I had come across was a really short pixie cut style. It looked great on the person in the photo I saw, but would it look good on me, or would I end up looking like a cross between my grandmother and a mushroom? The idea nestled in my mind and I thought about it for a while before coming to a conclusion- I didn’t even care anymore, I had to do something about the blocky, obnoxious weed sprouting out of my head. I would get it all chopped
Two years ago, I had long, luscious, golden blonde hair that fell down to my waist, and I absolutely hated it. Everyone else seemed to love it, though, so I kept it. I dealt with the static, the lengthy drying time, and the hours of styling that I had dealt with ever since I was little, all because I wanted to be loved and accepted. I wanted to fit into the box of typical girls my age who all had the exact same haircut so that I would be considered “pretty” by the rest of my classmates, but I felt miserable in that box and I didn’t know how to escape. Then, one night, I found a link online to the Locks of Love foundation website. That’s it, I thought. This is how I can come up with a great excuse to cut my hair off- I’ll donate it to cancer patients! I told all of my friends at school the next day that I would be cutting off 11 inches of my hair, but nobody really believed me. I told my mother that summer that I wanted to cut my hair short. At first, she was a bit taken aback because I had always had longer hair, but she agreed and that summer, I cut off 11 inches of my hair and donated it to the Locks of Love foundation. It was short, stylish, and everyone told me that I looked …show more content…
I hadn’t even considered cutting my hair any shorter. But after cutting it, it seemed to refuse to grow. I couldn’t tolerate it any longer one day, and I decided to browse online again and look for ideas. One hairstyle I had come across was a really short pixie cut style. It looked great on the person in the photo I saw, but would it look good on me, or would I end up looking like a cross between my grandmother and a mushroom? The idea nestled in my mind and I thought about it for a while before coming to a conclusion- I didn’t even care anymore, I had to do something about the blocky, obnoxious weed sprouting out of my head. I would get it all chopped