I cut off all my hair. Well, most of it.
At the longest, my hair is 3 inches. I’ve been growing out my grey hair and couldn’t stand looking at the dyed brown hair any more. So I took scissors to it and snip, snip, snip, snipped.
I can’t hide behind my hair anymore: my round shoulders and double chin. I’ve hated myself for months now that I’ve been taking pictures with people I’m meeting. I’ve gotten really big. I’m usually the biggest person in the photo. And for some reason looking at my half-dyed half-grey hair, on top of that, set me over the edge.
So I snipped off all the color. Now it’s all grey. It’s short. It’s me.
I look like a middle-aged butch lesbian, but there ain’t nothing wrong with that, I suppose.
I feel lighter. I feel more genuine, more authentic. Like I’m not pretending. I hope to grow my hair back long again someday but for now, at least I don’t have to worry about that damn demarcation line anymore.
Now I wonder what everyone else will think. The first test is a zoom meeting tomorrow with coworkers. My hair used to be halfway down my back. That’ll be interesting.