Honestly I’ve always thought I wanted to cut my hair off but now I’m not so sure.
I’ve always thought cutting my hair short would be a a beautiful act of rebellion and to show that I don’t care what people think of me. But now when I have the chance to I’m hesitating because. Did I even want to? I mean. Of course I did but. Am I willing to risk getting judged and talked about behind my back? I know I already get talked about by some people who don’t even bother trying to pretend they weren’t by yelling it out in the class. I’m talking about. What seems to be the whole world talking about me. All my life I’ve felt as if I’ve been chasing after this mystery person in my mind whom I obsessed over.
I imagined them as the perfect version of me.
And now that I’m one step closer to becoming them I’m scared. I’m scared that when I become them, I’ll forget about this version of me. I’ve always thought that cutting my hair short would be a way to let go of all the pain and trauma I’ve endured up to now. But maybe. Maybe I’m not ready to let go just yet.
