All because I dared to chop off my hair

Six years ago

Six years ago, I cut my hair short for the very first time in my life. I was twenty two at the time. It was shortly after I had hit my rock bottom. I took my scissors, which were not meant for hair cutting and chopped it off. I’ve had many lengths of my hair but they all fell under the category of long hair.

2019

I felt such a relief when I finally got rid of all the hair that was dangling from the back of my neck. Everyone adored the hair I had except for me. I felt like a show dog and for the first time, I was feeling human. When I came out of my room, my mother cried like I had just been caught trafficking humans.

You may think now, what was the big deal of cutting hair. It was the biggest deal to me. That was the beginning. I had just done something I wanted without taking in other people’s considerations, obligations to look a certain way. Cutting my long luscious hair into a fun bob was my declaration of independence.

That small step created a domino effect of me slowly, meticulously detaching from toxic relationships, cutting out the rotten, healing myself mentally, reparenting myself, creating myself and finally knowing who I really am. Cutting my hair short helped me to find myself.

Six years later, I am ready to grow my hair again. Not because that’s what my parents want or some boy’s opinions, just because I want to. We have no idea, how effective even the smallest actions, decisions we make in our day to day life. My aim was freedom in every aspect of my life and now I am mentally free after six years of work. All because I dared to chop of my hair.

2016