I went for the big cut two days ago. My hair had well and truly become my key trait, my actual identity was completely wrapped up in those locks. Walking down the street and I would be recognised for my hair, either for its ridiculous length, or notable top knot.
So I manned up and got it all chopped – a challenge. Legitimately, half my hair is gone, 20cms snipped just like that (at least it’s all been sent away for a good cause – wigs for cancer patients).
I’m definitely not used to the loss of my security blanket mane. It could hide a terrible outfit, draw away from a wardrobe malfunction, and always make me feel like I belonged on the beach. Now I have to fend for myself and find my own (new) identity, not just determined by my hair. We have many lessons ahead of us, styling for one.
Inspiration is always key to contentment, so I’ve pulled a few fave shorties for some continued buzz and ideas.