and every care you used to have just seems to float away.

i used to think that my long hair was who i am. that it made me. that it was the only good part about me.

now, all of a sudden, i don't give a shit.

i wanted a change. because change is good. right?

hair before:



and hair after:



this past week, i got the idea to chop all of my hair off and donate it to locks of love. i've had long hair for most of my life. except for one brief moment following graduation, and even then it was past my shoulders. so i've never really had short hair.

i'm not completely happy with the results, though. i like the shortness, just not the crappy job that the stylist at gene juarez did on it. the underneath layer is blunt and choppy, and just doesn't look very good.

but then i was messing around with it and tied only the longest layer in a ponytail and got this:



and i really actually like it. so i think in the next couple of days, i'm going to have my normal stylist cut it a little shorter into a modern bob.

hopefully she doesn't screw it up too. :/