When I was little, I resented hair cuts. I still remember sitting on the barber’s chair, looking at the hair that landed on the floor, sobbing to myself. My mom just would not let me grow my hair pass the jawline. Every time I looked at my classmates’ new pony and braid styles, I wondered when I could look pretty like them. My mom kept telling me that since I had fine and oily hair, I looked best when it was at short or medium length. I had no idea why she had to dictate my hair style. It was my own hair after all! Now that I have the freedom to grow it as long as I want, I’d rather keep it short. You know, there is always wisdom in what a mother says.

Anyway, all I wanted to say is, I got a hair cut. Nothing special. I figured since my hair style is sort of boring, I’d just spice it up. Don’t I look cool in self-portraits? Say yes.