LITERALLY
Hi everyone, I hope you are having good time! Tonight while I was running in some photos of a few years, I found photos of my long hair. My mother always cut my hair, and because she liked it long, she never allowed nobody to cut my hair, and I had grown my hair since I was little, cutting them a few times. The length of my hair over the years has came to my hips.
My mother did not allow me for a long time to cut them too short, or above my elbows.
For me over the years the confidance of my appearance was so much dependent on my hair, so much so that after the few times I went to cut them from the hairdresser during my life I had bad experiences, because of obvious bad cuts, I decided to cut my hair by myself. Cutting just a few centimeters periodically, to keep them healthy.
But over the years as well as developing an excessive attachment, and a consequent fear of cutting my hair beyond a certain length, I began to feel too uncomfortable. To carry for so long my long hair had just tired me, so I wanted to change, but I was afraid of the end result. But the time came when, for the sake of comfort and convenience, I had to cut them off. And it was liberating.
Over the years I was afraid that by cutting my hair I would somehow disappoint the other people's expectations of how I should have to appear to be aesthetically appreciable, I feared to hurt my mother by going against her vision of me. In the end I did what I wanted. I pondered my choices, to follow what I want, and get what I want. I cut my hair more and more often, and I took off more and more centimeters, until it was a habit to see me with a shorter cut.
I feared for so long the changes, when in fact I only wanted to go along with them.
I wish u all happy steeming, see u soon! :)
Bey :)