Change

With all the commotion about the change that is coming to the country now that Obama has been elected president, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and make a change myself. Okay, let's get real...it had nothing to do with the election. It had more to do with the fact that I was way overdue for a haircut.

I decided to chop my hair off. Why? I don't really know. I liked my long hair. It was easy to manage. I was used to it. Adam liked it. Just a few dead ends needed to be taken off and the layers cleaned up. I think I just wanted something different. I thought about short hair, but it made me a little nervous.

Quick story: When I was in fifth grade I went through this phase where I wanted to look like my mom. I don't know that I really wanted to look like my mom, but I just wanted to look more grown up. I was in that akward transition stage where your arms are too long and your nose is too big and you have to start using face wash. I realized that I didn't look like a little girl anymore, but I didn't know how to present myself as a teenager. So, I went for the next closest thing...my mom. I wore her clothes that were too big for me (Looking back I now realize that she must have known that I was adding to the problem rather than helping it...I was also probably too stubborn to listen to her when she told me it didn't look good). Well, she cut her hair short, and I got the crazy notion that I needed to do the same thing. BIG MISTAKE! First off, I remember that the lady who cut my hair was still kind of learning. As she butchered my mane, another one hovered over her attempting (but failing) to fix her mistakes. I came out of there with a haircut looking more like my dad's than my mom's. To top it all off, I was going through that akward stage, remember? That means I didn't have a very feminine body yet. The worst day was the one when a kid a few years younger than me asked, "Are you a boy or a girl???" Talk about DEVESTATING!

So, to this day I have been terrified of cutting my hair short. I told Adam my predicament, and he assured me that if I cut my hair short I would still look like a female. I wasn't entirely convinced. Luckily, I really trust Jamie who cuts my hair. Bless her heart, but she had to go through two weeks of me emailing her pictures and asking her questions before I finally made up my mind to go short.

I did it. I don't think I look like a boy. And I like it.

Here are pictures from before the change

and after the change

I donated the hair I cut off to Locks of Love, so that was exciting. Also, these pictures aren't the best because I had to take them myself since Adam is at school. And please, don't ask me if I'm a boy or girl! ;)