"Let's just get it cut short." I say.
"Not boy short." My mom says.
"Well why not..?" I say.
"Because your not a boy" my mom says.
I feel hurt and I run off.
~2 days later~
Great...haircut day...
If I don't get it short enough I'm cutting it myself and that's not a threat it's a promise.
I get my hair cut the same size as usual. Ugh! Why can't I ever just be me for once! I break down feeling stuck and fake.
I'm such a fake I think to myself. I walk around depressed wishing I could just be the real me for once.
