My hair was such a crutch. I looked quote unquote ‘sexy’ no matter what. I could hide behind it. As soon as I didn’t have all that hair, I had to let my face hang out. I felt more confident than I had in a really long time. And it felt really good. It was like not having your iPhone for a couple months. It was the same feeling of release. It sounds so obvious, but it’s like the hair really did make me feel like a ‘real girl.’ Like I’m pretty, I’m feminine. I don’t know why I valued that so much, as if that’s something to prove.
Maybe to most people long hair is prettier. But then what? Is your main goal in life to be desired? That is boring as fuck.
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