Keep it Short

Emi Hobart, Staff Writer

I think it’s safe to say that I am a tomboy. Even with the long hair I’ve had ever since I was little, I have always played sports with the boys, made forts out of couch cushions, eaten dirt, so it was only natural that the ponytail was my natural, go-to hairdo.

But one day while I was at Southlake Town Square, I reached my tipping point with the wind blowing my hair every which-a-way. I stomped my way on over to the hair salon and told Gladys to “chop it all off.”

Of course, since this was a moment of whim and impulse, my parents had no idea what I was getting myself into, but my best friends were there cheering me on.

On that long walk over to Great Clips from Barnes and Noble, I had loads of time to reflect on my choice, but I did not falter. As I stepped into that chair, it came to me that I  was basically making possibly one of the craziest, most impulsive, and best decisions ever.

As I sat there with my hair falling around me, I had no idea what to think. Was I happy? Did it look good? What were my parents going to say? But I always came back to square A: I just didn’t care anymore.

I wanted short hair because it was easy to style, to take care of, and to manage. With my hectic life, this was exactly what I need. I’ve been made fun of for it, mistaken for a boy, called offensive names, and even asked if I were a lesbian… All this because I did something unconventional. That’s what I aim to do –  the unusual. When it comes down to it, though, I’m exactly the same person I was with long hair.

But these are questions to ponder indeed: Why did people have to stereotype and draw conclusions on hair alone? Through my experience though, I can say for certain that rocking this new hairdo has not changed who I am as a person – only liberated me from certain hair related hassles.