I know after all my excitement from SXSW accompanied by my instagram and snapchat posts, the first thing you would read would be my overall experience. However this time around I left all my good times and memories out in Austin.
For the past year I kept saying how I wanted to grow my hair into some long platinum blonde locks [like the faux locs I did last summer]. I just might not have said it outloud, but there were a small handful of people that knew the deal. After these past few months, I said screw it all to hell! Made an appointment with a hair dresser my friend suggested and hacked away at it.
Since the age of about 22, I have always played around with my look because I've become fond of finding out the different people I could possibly be. Yet this time around, something was different. I was a little scared to lose the hair that seems to be every woman's security blanket. What was once a nuisance, was becoming another layer of what I thought I needed. When cutting your hair, people think you will lose your beauty, and I have to admit at some points I was one of those people. While staring at all the other short haired beauties, I always felt that I would not be secure in my femininity.
When I say secure in my feminity, people don't understand that it's a whole new ballpark of how people look at you. Men usually fall in love with long luscious hair, babies gawk at you not sure if you are man or women, and with the wrong outfit people aren't sure if you're straight or not [not that its any of their business]. Not that any of these ideas should matter, but they do play a role in how comfortable you are not only in your own skin but in society's image of you. I can say I am turning to a real adult, because of this new look, I have become even more vulnerable and yet comfortable.
Beauty is skin deep right? Well this skin right here has infinite layers..
:: insert me being beautifully silly :-) ::