Re-"do"

My own personal D Day has arrived.
Walking into the salon I almost felt like I should have warrior paint on; like I was going into some kind of epic battle poised for glory or defeat. Fear never took hold of me, but my nerves threathened to grab hold of me around my now bare neck. After much debate, the constant flipping through of magazines, and almost chickening out several times: sweaty palms and all, I pulled the proverbial trigger. I did something brave, something I've wanted to do for a very long time. And here it is:


I've mentioned it several times on this blog, but I did this same cut in 7th grade. I like to think I was ahead of my time. From a very early age, my parents always let me choose my own outfits; my own hair styles no matter how they looked. They trusted my instinct wrong or right. I'm grateful for that because in the wrong choosing, I learned and then lost most of my fear when it comes to fashion. And while this isn't the exact same cut I had in 7th grade, it's close and it's my re-"do"...in a manner of speakng it's vindication. I am loving it.
But really it's more than that. It's a matter of principal for me. My beauty is not classic, nor is it conventional; it will not be boxed into the length of my hair or the fear of what others may think. I'm not in any way saying it's for everyone; it's not. I'm also not saying I won't grow it out; I will. But for this moment: it's freeing, it's fierce, and now it's me.