the shaving of my head

yes, you read the title right. i shaved my beautiful brown locks clean off. “what the… you would never.. how could you..” no i have not lost my sanity, yes i know it’s not the norm for single, early twenties young woman to shave her hair clean off.

million dollar question of the day- why did you shave your head? after getting asked this question at least 5 times a day i figure i should probably explain myself.

as far back as i can remember i’ve said that ‘one day i want to shave my head’ what put the idea in my mind i’m not entirely sure, i just knew that it had somehow made it on my bucket list. yet as the years passed and i grew more and more attached to my hair, that item for itself being pushed further down my list.

my first reasoning was the simple fact of for the first time in my life i really wanted to follow through. so many times i had spoken the words ‘one day i’ll…’ and yet those days never seem to come to pass. so while sitting with one of the guys i work with i begun to once again talk about ‘one day’ when he looked at me and replied ‘why isn’t that day today’. after an hour of us looking through pictures and my processing every excuse i came to the conclusion- let’s do it.

the second reason (this came to me as i was sitting in the chair with scissors cutting through my ponytail) was that somewhere along the way in my life i had become using my hair as a shield, something that I could hide behind. at the age of 22 i wouldn’t say that i have it all figured out, i do think that i have a good idea of who i am and am confident of that. yet despite this glorious confidence that lied within i still hid behind what i thought the expectations of me were. the petite girl with long brown hair, who always behaved as expected wanted to break out and do something slightly unexpected and outrageous (the way i felt inside).

something in life had told me that in order to do something like this i had to have already had a guy ‘tied down’. i would say ‘i’ll shave my head after i’m married’ giving the excuse that i wanted to have long hair for my wedding. but anyone who knows me knows that’s a load of crap- i don’t care about my ‘future wedding’ let alone the length of my hair at that time. it all boiled down to insecurities, that I had to look a certain way to get a guy. so what was my solution of exiting out of this thought process? shaving my head of course. i realized that my attraction point was not my hair, i’m not going to lie- i’m quite the catch long hair or not :).

jean seberg

from the first moment my friend ran the buzzer over my head to now almost a week later i haven’t regretted my decision for a minute. i’m not sure how doing something like shaving my head could allow me to finally live externally the confidence i knew i had internally, but it did. and yes, it was nice to finally being the one shocking those around me… let’s face it, i’m the last person you would have expected to shave my brunette locks off. i like it through, very natalie portman in v for vendetta minus the torture and man in the mask thing of course

so thank you to all my friends who took part in my outrageous act of spontaneity (i mean who really decides to shave their head at 9:30 at night!?). and my ‘family’ who allowed them to get them the shock of a lifetime :)  i love you all