The last time I got a haircut, which was not too long ago, one of the employees, a sweet, much older man, asked me, “What made you cut your hair so short?”
I explained to him how I first cut my hair shoulder length, then shorter, then shorter, to the point where I decided to chop it all off. (I didn’t tell him this, but Miss Emma Watson inspired me to do so)
I added that I have curly hair, and when it was long, I had a lot of trouble maintaining it. Long hair was just hard for me to handle.
He began to tell me how in Laredo you don’t see many girls with a haircut like mine. The majority of girls in town have long hair.
Then he asked, “What do people tell you when they see you?”
I said, “People have been nice. They tell me it suits me very well.”
It seemed like he agreed with the people because he nodded his head and said, “It does suit you. Not too many girls can pull it off.”
I thanked him for his kind words.
Now, I am going to be completely honest here: sometimes I feel being like the other girls will be better off for me. I guess a part of me feels that society is more acceptable of girls with long hair.
There are times, which I know some of you were witness to, when I said, “I’m growing out my hair. I’m serious this time!”
But when I have tried to grow out my hair, I don’t feel like myself. As of now, I strive to keep my word on everything - but with this I couldn’t keep my word. If I did, if I did grow out my hair, I would feel like somebody else.
As funny as it sounds, it is through this haircut that I found myself. This is me. Short haired Selma.
Who cares what society thinks, what individuals think? I feel silly for even taking into account what others think about my hair, even if the thought crossed my mind for a brief moment.
As long as I feel good, am happy and ultimately myself, I am more than okay.