• Madelynne Juenger

Short Hair, Don't Care (Really...I Swear)

I have an odd relationship with my hair. I used to think it was the one thing I didn't overthink. I've grown it out, chopped it off, and dyed it rainbow colors all on a whim. While everything else in my life has had a list of pros and cons attached, my hair decisions occur with little consideration and zero planning ahead. They've always been silly and temporary. It grows back, so why not?

This past weekend, I had those same thoughts. I was sitting in my room looking at my hair in the mirror. In November I had dyed the bottoms of it red and then in February added in purple. A week later, I ran like my life depended on it to Supercuts and chopped it to just below my shoulders. Now looking at it, I saw it had grown out a bit more, but the red from last year was still lingering. It was washed out and extremely faint, but it was still there. And suddenly I needed it out ASAP. However, no salons are open at 9:00 PM, so I ran to the living room, announced to my friends that I was chopping off all my hair, and proceeded to grab the scissors.

Before this, I had only ever trimmed my bangs myself and that was always a very careful procedure. Cutting too little did nothing, and cutting too much was a catastrophe. But suddenly, all the caution was gone and I chopped off large sections at a time with all the confidence of a skilled hair dresser (which, for the record, I definitely am not). I cut to below my shoulders, to just above my shoulders, and then right to my chin. Which resulted in a fun bob that makes me feel somewhere between a sassy flapper and Emma Watson growing out her pixie cut. The second I was done I felt a whole new wave of confidence like I was ready to take on the world.

It sounds extremely silly to say, but I totally vouch for the idea that a new haircut can make you feel like a brand new person.

And that's when I started to overthink just a bit. Was I placing too much importance on my appearance by giving it the power to change how I felt? And is that really such a bad thing?

So that's when I took a little trip down haircut memory lane. My first initial big chop happened senior year when I was in desperate need of a new surge of confidence, so bye-bye went the hair! Then, the first time I dyed it was in an act of teenage rebellion (that's as rebellious as I got though). I graduated high school, freaked out about growing up, bought red dye from Target, and had two friends dye my hair in my parent's bathroom. It looked slightly like a murder scene had happened, but I felt very cool. From then on I've changed my hair during pre-college breakdowns, in college breakdowns, and breakup breakdowns. Except I never really noticed this until now.

I had always thought my hair happenings proved that I definitely could be a cool person who did things without thinking. But now I know they prove that there's always a reason to my madness. My brain is always thinking and thinking and thinking. And that's just how it is. But, hey now I've got a bouncy new haircut and I don't care how cool it makes me feel.

I know most people would tell you to not make drastic hair decisions while you're emotional, but I totally say go for it. It's only temporary, so why the heck not?



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