Like Madie, I just chopped all my
hair off. (Ok, almost. There are still a few hairs left.) There must be
something in the water this group drinks, Erins be warned.
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| I'm the one on the left, yo. |
Unlike Madie, I don’t date men.
Instead, I joined the ranks of the majority (I don’t know the stats, people,
I’m just making assumptions) of lesbians who rock short hair as a life choice.
In other words, I am perpetuating my
own stereotype.
And I feel great about it.
I have spent most of my life
following the rules. I love rules. If life had a rule book and all I had to do
was follow it, I would win at life.
I’m a color inside the lines kind of
gal.
So when I came out as a lesbian (or
bisexual, or queer, or whatever the heck I came out as) it was a huge leap out
of the box for me.
I was never alternative. Besides a
brief stint in fifth grade when I wore only black clothes, I never rebelled.
The craziest thing I did my freshman year of college, when most of the rest of
my class was getting drunk for the first time (or 100th time) was
die by hair (a natural color) and pierce my ear (in a normal place).
Needless to say, I haven’t exactly
lived life on the edge.
And I’m cool with that. I read
authors like Anne Lamott and Nadia Bolz-Weber, women who did crazy stupid shit
in their pasts, because I have always dreamed of being a rebel and I simultaneously
know that I could never break that many laws.
So I guess my haircut is pretty
alternative, given how non-alternative I am.
I know we aren’t supposed to let
looks define us, but I’ve been thinking about trying to let this hairstyle
define me a little bit.
I spent most of my life living in
the box and the only reason I stopped was because I had to choose between being
true to myself and making everyone else happy. It's time to try something new.
Does something as simple as hair
explain that to people?
Probably not.
But it was never about them anyway.
Love,
Kelsey
