Dear Diary

Pixie Cut

Dear Diary,

I found myself writing in you for no reason. I found an empty book with lined pages and let my pencil flow. I've never once had a diary before or tried to maintain it at least. I was just never interested, never had the time or the need to do what I'm doing now. In this entry, I will tell you about me. About two weeks ago my hair was passed my shoulders. Long flowing dark brown hair on a girl. Beautiful. I was sick of it. Chop chop pixie cut here I come. I'm not to sure what brought the urge to me but I felt the need. The hairdresser thought I was insane and almost tried to talk me out of it. He thought it was a very bold move for a seventh grader. After it was all gone it felt so... clean... natural, like I was meant to have it, and believe me it changed my life and the way I went along with my day. As much as I loved my hair, I looked very boyish, I didn't have a problem with it I just wanted to add a feminine touch. So today I wore a dress, nice sandals, and a flower crown because why not, it was fun. Clip clop clip clop down the hallways I went with no shame. I got compliments the minute I walked through the door. 'I really like your outfit,'...' 'You look so pretty today,' and so on and so forth. Today was my day, I felt really confident. After school, I always go to my grandma's whether I'm walking or given a ride by one of my friends. I didn't walk today. Once I got there I got a call from my mom on the home phone. 'Hey, um, I'm working till eight, is that okay with you?' Of course, she was working till eight, not that I have any issue with being with my grandma, she's the best. I feel like that's all I have to say for today.

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