I love my hair. Or rather, I love my lack of hair. My hair is short,
shorter then most of the boys I know. It leaves my neck and my ears and my face open for all sorts of scrutiny. But nobody else has hair
like mine. It makes me different, it makes me unique. And, if I do say
so myself, it’s pretty damn attractive as well. I stand out, and for
once I’m glad for it. It gives me a definition of who I am and my
place in the scheme of things. I’m the girl with hair like Audrey
Hepburn, or a pixie, depending on the mood I’m in. I once read a quote
by a famous hair dresser who said that only very comfortable women
wear their hair short because they don’t need anything to hide behind.
I like that idea.There’s nothing for me to hide. I’ve finally reached
the point where I’m pretty okay with who I am and here’s a way to show
it. Some people get caught in the short-hair-is-for-boys mentality,
and as far as I can tell, that’s just another form of insecurity. Yes,
my hair is short. No, that does not mean that I am less of a female.
My short hair gives me power. I don’t need long hair to win the favor
of men or to be accepted as a woman. My self goes much deeper and
stronger then that. My hair is a declaration of self-empowerment and
identity, and if that’s not okay, social conventions can go jump out a
window.
Katie Rice
