There comes a time in every self-respecting hep-cat's life when a life-changing decision is made. For me, cutting my hair a couple of days ago was not that decision. However, because it was so anti-climactic and spontaneous that it in turn earned much more focus than it actually warrants, it, in the end, became a huge deal. Even though I was not aware of just how big of a decision I was making especially when I had been trying to grow my hair for the past eight months.
I guess I should have started by saying that I am not one of those people that makes a huge stink about getting a dramatic hair cut because I have honestly had all kinds of crazy dos in one can possibly imagine; from dreadlocks to almost bald. But what makes this occasion slightly different is that I was inspired to get a hair cut by my boyfriend, Daniel, who recently went from looking like a Beatles to a jar head. Plus, I was getting sick of my over-grown mullet so when I one day caught a gimps of my "rat tail" and immediately thought about Billy Ray Cyrus, I knew the hair had to go.
An inquisitive face with a much shorter hair-cut. it's hard to believe I now have no hair.
Here's a boyish outfit to suit my boyish hair. Had to wear a bow to indicate my actual sex. Ya know, like how people put bows on baby girls to indicate femininity?