Why I Cut my Hair and Why You Should Too
Art by Markha Y My mom has always told me that long hair is pretty. The first boy I ever kissed even told me he loved my long hair. My hair was the thing that told me I was normal, I blended in, I was cool. It got to the point that I would sleep in uncomfortable positions, so as to not ruin it. My hair was my curtain. It could either protect me from whatever was on the other side, or put me in center spotlight, right where I wanted to be. Maybe that’s why I chopped it off.