self portrait tuesday - splitting hairs

i cut my hair. short. for all that know me in person, you know that my hair is always pretty short, but this is the SHORTEST it has been since i guess i was four.

my mom used to cut my hair like a little boy's and i always asked her WHY??? WHY DID YOU CUT MY HAIR LIKE A BOY'S? after being allowed to rebel, i let my hair grow really long, almost 3/4 of the way down my back. it was long and lovely and boys loved it. i looked girly. it was like i didn't want to be that dumb little girl with the boy-cut hair anymore.

sometime in my late 20's, possibly when i was living in italy, my hair went from shoulder-length to short. it touched my chin, but i still looked girly. it's remained the same length for a few years, until last week where i told my long-time hairstylist that i thought i wanted to go a little shorter. i didn't think she'd cut it this short.

when i wake up in the morning, sometimes i think i look like a little boy. just my face in the mirror, when i'm not wearing my glasses, it looks fuzzy and the short hair makes me think WHY DID YOU CUT MY HAIR LIKE A BOY'S??? but this time, the only one i have to blame is me.



it's come full circle.