admit it monday

today i want to admit that although i dream about having long locks of hair

that i could tease at the top and curl under,

looking all feminine and flow-y...

i miss short hair terribly!

it was during a particularly stressful time in my life

(read: college graduation portfolio show)

that i came home one day, grabbed a pair of scissors, and locked the bathroom door.

30 minutes later, i had chopped of all but an inch and a half of my hair.

it was completely liberating.

of course, looking down at all the hair now on the floor at my feet,

i freaked.

during the process of cutting-at-random,

i had imagined a pixie worthy of audrey.

not so.

it was lopy, choppy.

i didn't have a face for it, but still, i loved it so.

that is, till i felt like a total boy when i went out without make-up.

and sure, i compensated by wearing a ton of make up and glitter.

but at my best, with this cut, i felt my bravest.

but right now, i'm attempting for my hair to grow.

it does absolutely nothing for me after it reaches a certain length,

but it ups the anticipation for when i can get it cut short again

(i usually do this on my birthday month)

i can't wait for that satisfaction of the shears skimming through my hair

the length of it like sheets, dropping to the floor.

hopefully, i'll have a 'face' for it then?

less pudgy-er sides to highlight my high cheekbones...

i dream.