three years later

written by alison

Roughly three years ago, I made the decision to grow my hair out again. I’ve done this a couple times – grow it out from a pixie cut until it’s long enough to donate, chop it all off, love my pixie cut for a while, then repeat. This whole process can be traced back to Natalie Imbruglia influencing a high school version of me. {Sorry if you now have “Torn” stuck in your head. I do too.}

Let me start by saying that I adore having short hair. It is spunky, makes showering lightning quick, doesn’t require tons of small appliances in the bathroom cupboard + stays relatively out of the way. But… {you knew there was a but, right?}… I always struggle a bit when ponytail removal time comes. Of course it’s a big change even though I know what short hair looks like on me. However, my struggles go deeper than that.

The first round of short hair happened during my sophomore year of high school. When I saw my dad for the first time after lopping my locks off, the only word out of his mouth was one that is used to demean a homosexual woman or a wall used to regulate water levels. Thanks dad! As a teenage girl, that left a mental scar that still lingers a bit. But I’m tough, and short hair only adds on that toughness.

My other complaint is that, like clockwork, the men in my life will make comments once my hair is long enough to be in a ponytail along the lines of “you should keep your hair long” or “you look better with long hair”. You get the idea. The discussion about why – in general – men prefer women with long hair could be weeks long, so I’m not going to start.

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As independent as I am, these things still cause me to hold my breath a little when entering pixie territory. Of course I get compliments from men and women as soon as my hair is short, but I struggle with shaking loose the comments that had been made prior. I’m human, I’ve come to terms with it. The good news is that those comments don’t stop me from donating hair to a great cause and feeling spunky and sassy again.

I left the salon feeling new and ready to start working on my $100K goals. It seemed like the perfect step to start on a new adventure. I’m still the same person that dreamt of hitting 6 figures of income, I’m still the same person that had her most successful month in business ever, it’s just that now it feels like my exterior matches the goals and dreams that are brewing inside.

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