I’ve always thought long hair is beautiful. Many cultures and social groups agree with me. Then I got bored of my long hair and had a dilemma on my hands. I didn’t want to dye my hair. I’d tried that in the past and It went to rye. It would also be expensive to do a dramatic colour change and I didn’t have the cashola for that. I wanted a dramatic change but I didn’t want to lose my long hair. I thought about a full fringe but every time I’d attempted that it the past it looked odd and I just got flashbacks of baby photos. So that left me with the option of nothing…
I contemplated cutting my hair short. My friend told me her mum always said to her ‘cut your locks, cut your looks’. A mantra that was now instilled in my mind too. I didn’t want to cut my hair and look like a boy. Who was I kidding though? The only boys that had the bob I was contemplating were the 90’s Hanson brothers who sang MMMBop. If you don’t know, you should know. It’s a long hair style as far as short hair goes (I feel like a pun got lost in there). Anyway! My point was it was silly of me to think short hair = boy.
I booked a hair appointment at a new salon in Edinburgh, a risk in itself. I went back and forth on the idea for days leading up to my appointment. I looked at pictures of celebrities with short hair to psyche myself up and hair fails to scare myself off again. My favourite source of encouragement was Amélie, the Parisian movie. Not that I could ever see myself cutting a fringe half way up my forehead. So avant garde!
When my hair was finally cut above my shoulders I loved it more than I thought. There’s a rush you get from drastically changing your appearance. I felt like I could run away to Paris and drive off into the distance on a moped. The most surprising thing was I felt more feminine because I felt in control of the way I looked.
That’s what they called Girl Power!