Long. Long because he wouldn’t let me cut it. Long to my butt. Long catching on anything and everything. Long giving me headaches.
Short. Not too short. Short because he can’t control me anymore. Short because it’s what you do when you move away from home to college. Short because I took the scissors to it myself, and laughed as I threw away that foot of hair.
Black. Black because it was there, like the mountain. Black because I wanted to be Snow White.
Brown. Ugh Brown. Brown because growing out black is an issue.
Leeloo’s colors. Leeloo’s colors because I can’t get enough of The Fifth Element. Leeloo’s colors because in my inner vain heart I think Milla Jovovich and I look a lot alike in profile (if in no other way). Leeloo’s colors because it’s shocking, and I’m young.
Red. Always red from now on. Because this house is like Russia, with eyes cold and grey.
Short. Boy short. So short you can’t run your fingers through it. Short because I desperately needed change. Short because I’m lazy and was under the mistaken impression that short hair is easier.
Medium. Medium because, while “there’s nothing wrong with that,” everyone thinks I’m gay when I have short hair and live in San Francisco. It’s flattering, but I don’t like leading the lovely ladies on.
Long. Not as long as before, not ever that long again. Long because when I dream about myself looking in a mirror, I always have long hair.
?. ? because I’m getting my hair done tonight, and I don’t know what it will look like. ? because I love the mystery up until that last second when I’m in the chair. ? because to me it symbolizes hope, and optimism, and change.
Tell me what you think it’ll be.
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