My first haircut
by Girlinshadows (Theheroiccouplet)
I am a teenager, but I’ve had my very first haircut in 2015. I’ve seen women desperately crying after seeing their hair falling with gravity, gently touching the salon’s floor. You see, once they’ve touched the floor, they can no longer be a part of you, ever again. And the idea of that makes people sad. But for me, it was nothing like that…
My life had been a series of sad moments and disappointments. Sure, it could have been so much worse and there are so many serious problems in this world. But these are my problems, and each person copes differently with their own hardships. In my life I’ve been rejected, neglected and bullied several times. I wasn’t satisfied with my looks, and I hated how I wasn’t good at everything, because I am a damn perfectionist and I am not perfect, so it kills me.
Cutting my hair, did not feel like I was losing a part of myself; It felt like I was finding it. I felt like I was being reborn, like I was cutting off all the ugly moments I’ve been through. And when people ask me what it felt like, all I can say is, “liberating”. I am now free, and ready to leave the past behind me. It’s really not that I’ve changed, I’ve just discovered myself. I am ready to live a new, better life. It took great courage for me to cut my hair. I know it sounds silly, but it’s the truth. I am the type of person that tends to cling and hang on to things, so letting go of something that felt like such a big part of me was a huge decision I had to make. For years, I felt like my hair was the only thing good about me. I got so many compliments about how long and healthy it was. I believed I could hide behind my hair forever, they were my protection, my charms, my everything. But at the end of the day, I’m glad I took the chance, because my hair was not the only good thing about me. I still get compliments on other things, and people finally stopped associating my name with just my hair, and associate it with my talents and personality.
2015, is the year I got my first haircut. 2015, is the year I discovered myself. It is the year when I learned to love my body, the way I look and who I am. I even learned to love my failures, because they’re part of what makes me the person I am today. I learned to love the fact that I am not good at math or chemistry, but at the same time I love how good I am at literature, or at playing the piano or dancing. It is the year when I decided to focus on my writing, because it brings me so much joy. I let go of my hair, and I let go of all the negativity in my life.
As we have a new year coming up, I would like to encourage you all to take more chances like that. Make things happen. Every moment of your life, you must fight to become the person you wish to be some day. I am wishing that all of you, can be as blessed as I was this year. I do wish for things such as abolition of war and mitigation of starvation etc., but I also wish for every individual person to gain the courage and take the extra mile and do something your future self will be proud of, and thankful for. Let’s stop hoping 2016 will be a wonderful year, and instead let’s make sure it will be.