Getting My Hair Cut
I can remember when I was a little girl, at the beginning of summer, on the last day of school I would get my hair cut short. I did this so I wouldn’t get so hot during the summer. It worked, but unfortunately it also made me look like a boy.
I can remember this one time being impatient about getting my haircut when school was done for that year and I ended up doing it myself. I regretted it afterwards, but thankfully didn’t get into trouble. In fact, when my mom came home from work that day she thought I went and got it cut. When she figured out that I did it on my own, she took a closer look. I was getting ready for a punishment, but instead she smiled and told me I did a good job, but she also told me never to do that again.
Having my hair short during those summer months always felt good, mainly because I couldn’t stand having sweaty hair on my neck. Thinking back on this, I don’t know why I didn’t let my hair grow: I could have put my hair in a ponytail. I’m guessing I didn’t think of that when I was, eh, I’d say, maybe eight years old.
Looking like a boy wasn’t any fun either. It would get really annoying telling people I was a girl. They would all be like “NO WAY”. Eventually, as I got older, I started wanting long hair. That’s probably when I figured out, “Hey I can put my hair in a ponytail.” All of a sudden I was looking like a girl, in more ways than one!