I've had long hair for a grand duration of my life. I can remember having my hair cut short three times. Twice were for having super knotted hair that couldn't be brushed out. Once was due to a high fever caused by a spider bite. The fever messed with my head and I started wanting things I never wanted i.e. tattoo, short hair, etc. Fortunately, I didn't get the tattoo.
A week ago today, I cut my hair. For the first time that I can remember, I got a short hair because I wanted it. My hair had been my security blanket my whole life. When I was bored, it was my toy. Braid, re-braid, pigtails, top knots, etc. When I was sad, I would use my hair to dry my tears. When I was scared or worried, I'd hide behind it as though it could protect me. Now I have no place to hide.
Long hair was one way I was holding myself back. It was comfortable and safe... just like my life. Having made such a change I've been motivated to start changing the rest of my life. I'm going to change my stars in some way. Hopefully, it includes a new career, but only time will tell.
~misfoijd
