Last week I did something that ended up creating an interesting polemic and all kinds of reactions, which were at least funny. If you follow me on Instagram you may have already heard something, otherwise, I’ll tell you now.
I have cut my hair
And with cut I do not mean to fix the tips, no. I cut my hair above my shoulders.
Many of you will be thinking that this is nothing but foolishness, but those who know me well are aware the importance of it. I haven’t cut my hair for over ten years, I’ve been taking care of my long hair until exhaustion and not wanting to hear even the slightest reference to a change of look.
The truth was that I was already getting tired of all that.
Everything was a surprise
I’d been thinking about it for a long time, but I’d never shared those thoughts with anyone.
One day I mentioned it to Jon. At that moment he knew that I wanted to do it and he pushed me to do so, aware that if he didn’t, I would postpone it again.
I asked for a date on a Monday and two days later I went to the hairdresser and cut it off.
Best of all, absolutely no one else knew what I was going to do.
- After ten years spending a lot of time caring for such a long hair, I was getting tired.
- I didn’t want to spend more than half an hour drying it after each wash, untangling it and taking supplements to keep it healthy.
- The spending on hair products was shooting up.
- I wanted to donate my hair.
- I was tired of seeing myself exactly the same year after year.
A somewhat deeper reason
I went to the hairdresser, they cut my pigtail to donate it, they dyed it black and fixed the cut. It seems simple but there is much more behind.
Few know that, just 10 years ago, I cut my hair the way I wear it now. It was thought and done, and I regretted it from the first moment.
Something as simple as a haircut affected me in such a way that I developed a psychological dependence on the hair (the longer the better) to look good and feel comfortable with myself.
That little upheaval has been with me ever since and never, until now, had I had the courage to face it.
It was time to cut to the bone.
Now, with the same haircut that made me insecure years ago, I feel beautiful and free. I needed a change of look and, luckily, I like it better than before!
What do you think about it?