A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. So said Mademoiselle Chanel. I had my hair cut short last Friday, after two years of trying to be a long haired person. I am not. Half my hair was gone and looking at myself in the hairdresser’s mirror, I just saw happiness looking back at me. I was back to being myself.
I had my hair cut on the last Friday of the year as a way of celebrating an ending and just start moving forward. Again. I came back home to reread Joan Juliet Buck’s essay on short hair.
Women with short hair always look as if they have somewhere else to go. Women with long hair tend to look as if they belong where they are(…)
My life most probably will not change radically after a radical haircut, my perception of myself always does. I am no longer standing still, fitting others’ perceptions, I am taking back my story. This what a bare neck feels to me.
Stories from A Closet of Errors 