I did it. I got my hair cut into a pixie cut on Tuesday – I LOVE IT. It feels so refreshing, especially in this heat. And so easy to maintain! I am so glad I bit the bullet and went for it. My regular hair stylist left my local salon some time ago and I was a bit worried because I was assigned a new one, but she was lovely. We talked about Frankie Sandford, Professor Green (this lady had taste! ) and she showed me her tattoos which led me to talk about my own tattoo ideas. I told her about my “ugly ducking” themed-idea because I considered myself one when I was younger, to which she replied; “And now you are a beautiful swan!” which made me laugh and blush. She said she was an awkward child too. She also commented on my tiny ears and said they were perfect for the hair cut I was getting, and when I told her my nickname as a child used to be “monkey ears” because of them, she gasped and said “Why?! They are so cute, so small!”
Of course I had a few people telling me not to get my hair cut, mostly from arrogant, vain males who agree with the stereotype that being female means by law and default you should have long hair. But considering these males are complete creepoids who try and secretly ask for my number behind their bunny boiler girlfriend’s back (don’t worry chickpeas, I’ve got more common sense), I honestly don’t mind if my short hair deters that sort of unwanted male attention. I’ve had nothing but positive compliments from open-minded, non-narrow-minded people and I absolutely love my hair. It’s… me!
Hair in no way defines someone’s beauty. It enchances it, adds to it, compliments it! But beauty comes from within from a person’s heart, and it shines through in their eyes, their skin, their smile. It shows in all that they do. Beauty radiates from ones inner ‘spark’. So to make some young women feel afraid of having short hair in the fear of being labelled “a lesbian” (again, a completely ridiculous stereotype!), in the fear that “no guy will think they are pretty” (refer back to first sentence of this paragraph!), in the fear they “won’t look or feel feminine” (you have curves, you naturally ooze sexiness whether you realise it or not!). All women are beautiful. No matter what size, shape, skin colour, or sexual orientation. I remember seeing a young girl on a bus on my way to work one morning. She had a pink headscarf on with no hair underneath. She was obviously sick, yet when she turned around and caught my eye. She had the biggest, brightest smile on her face. I smiled back at her and felt an over-whelming sense of warmth. She had every right to be sad, to be miserable, to scowl at me and secretly envy me or hate me. Yet she was friendly, happy, cheery and brightened my gloomy Monday morning. She was a princess in her little pink coat and Hello Kitty school bag. She was a princess in my eyes, regardless of lacking the stereotypical golden, flowing princess locks – because she had a princess’ smile. She was beautiful without her hair.
I recently stumbled upon an old school picture of myself when I was 11 years old and I had a pixie cut! I was the only little girl in my entire primary school with short hair. I smiled at the memory and also thought about the little girl on the bus. I made up my mind there and then I was going to go back to my short hair.
So I suppose what I’m trying to say is this world is full of judgemental idiots. But it’s also full of beautiful people. So never, ever allow ‘stereotypes’ or ‘fear’ to stop you doing the things you want to do in life, being the person you want to be, or looking the way you want to look. When you’re happy and content with yourself on the inside it shows on the outside. If you needed a sign let this be it… DO IT!