As a child, I longed for long, flowing hair but mine was cut into a pixie cut. My hair is poker straight and stubborn about growing. For ease of care Mom cut my blonde hair short during grade school.
When I was fourteen I drew a picture of a haircut that I wanted. Mom took me to a barber who cut my hair. When I was shown a mirror to look at my cut I was appalled at who was looking back. The Barber had cut my hair over my ears! I cried on the drive home. I never let Mom take me to a barber again. After that haircut, I began to let my hair grow out. I didn't want to be mistaken for a boy again.
I'll never grow hair long enough for a long braid, but nor will I be mistaken for a boy, either. I chalked it up to living and learning.
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