The last time I cut my hair short was in the middle of seventh grade. I did it because at that time, there was a funny TV show that featured a character who was the epitome of the “woman-boss.” She was a workaholic, aggressive, powerful, and purely concentrated on her career. I wanted to channel that aggression and thought that by cutting my hair short, I would appear more serious, more focused. Well, after I did it, I hated it. Besides the fact that I was now missing 10 inches of hair, there was no other visible difference to my hair style.
Lately I’ve been inspired by the androgynous look in fashion. For as long as I can remember, long hair has always been, to me, the ultimate symbol of femininity, of sexiness, of “woman.” But after exploring another side of fashion, and also after having come to some realizations about my own sexuality, I’ve decided that it’s worth taking the drastic leap and getting a real boy-cut. I hope to do this by my senior year, if not earlier. I’m not quite ready to chop my hair off now because I’m still enjoying life with long hair and the sort of image that projects…but soon. Soon it will be time to change!