Cutting My Hair Short...

After one year, finally I decided to cut my hair. Sometimes, girls try to shop or go to a salon to feel good. It is almost like a therapy, that having something new, may it be a dress, pair of shoes, or even hairstyle makes things better.

Last Saturday, after a very challenging week, hmm more like a year after my house arrest episode, I finally decided to cut my hair. And wow it felt sooo good. It was like saying goodbye to the one year of memories and experiences stuck with that bunch of hair. And yes, I did feel reborn.

This was the same length of hair I had when I was 13-16 years old. When my mother saw it, her first reaction was, “ohh I don’t like it”. But what the heck. J I simply didn’t care. The thought of somehow “looking different” than before was enough consolation. I was also strongly considering coloring it. But remembering how sensitive I am with make ups and some other cosmetic stuffs, I immediately changed my mind. But if ever I would color my hair, I will dye it red… haha.

Of course cutting one’s hair doesn’t make things better, but it made me feel better, so with enough confidence and refreshed morale, I think I am ready to go back to the battlefield again.