About a week after Sir and I broke up, I had a hair appointment and decided to be stereotypical and do something new and dramatic. So, I’ve cut about a foot of my hair off. It’s never been this short before. I like it, but I’m a little frightened of it. I don’t recognize myself in photos, sometimes not even in the mirror.
I like how gamine-like I look, and I’m weirdly getting taken more seriously in work settings. But it was oddly emotional watching it being cut away, to see it fall around me on the floor and then get swept away.