Recently, I cut about 12″ of my hair off. I went from this:
To this:
Robin Wright was my inspiration – that woman is gorgeous, sexy, powerful, and she sports a short haircut.
I love my new short haircut. I know I won’t have it short forever, eventually I’ll get bored and grow it out again but for now I love it. And most other people do too, even my husband who prefers long hair.
But not everyone has been supportive or complimentary of my new short do. One man, a stranger who I’d only seen a few times in my office building, insisted I looked better with long hair. Another man questioned my decision, he seemed unable to accept that I would willingly cut all my hair off, as if a woman sporting short hair was a crime against femininity. This of course royally pissed me off and prompted me to write a poem.
“Why did you cut your hair?” he asked, staring
slightly mystified.
Weeks earlier I’d lost my Rapunzel locks,
modeling the actress I adored –
my girl crush so strong for this woman
I had a hard-on for her. With no fewer than a dozen
photos of her on my phone I adored everything about her –
her style, her class, her power, and yes, her pixie hair.
“Was it a dare? A bet?”
his words broke my thoughts.
I hated that he needed a reason – as if
I couldn’t possibly have chopped off
12″ of my hair voluntarily. As if I were less
of a woman with short hair.
I looked at him, still waiting for my answer.
“Because I fucking wanted to,” I said and walked away.
When we saw you over the weekend, I didn’t know that your hair cut was a new thing! I love your short locks and think they DEFINITELY suit you. You’re smart to enjoy your ‘do and ignore the haters!