July 02, 2003 - 4:31 p.m.
I today I woke up to get my hair cut by my cousin Victor at 11:00. My mother loves Victor, and when I met him, it was easy to see why. They have the same loud, blunt personality, very liberal and vulgar. Like a kid who never really grew up. He's really...cool. Very artistic and mellow.
Voctor greeted me with a, "You've really grown," then a "you look beautiful," and then a "you look just like your mother." 1, 2, 3. He went on to say that he remembered that last year, "I was just a skinny little shrimp," but now I'm "practically a woman."
"You want it cut short, right?" he asked me.
"Why, should I?"
"Yes...you're hair is like dead weight right now. Too midwestern. I say we should chop it right here," he replied, gesturing to my shoulders.
What could I do but nod.
So he began working, cutting my hair. I watched as my long curls feel to the floor. All of my friends loved my hair...it's was so pretty and curly and went down to my mid-back. Now it was gone.
If this was a Cinderella story, I suppose I would look into the mirror and find a more beautiful girl there. I didn't find her. I just found the same old me, with short, straight hair. It didn't look right. Once again I cursed my vanity. It's just hair, right? Yes, but I'm a girl above everything. I need to feel pretty just as much as I need to breathe.
It wasn't horrible...it just wasn't me.
The short hair is growing on me (no pun intended). It's cute, and makes me look older. I think it sort of looks like Mizuki from Hana Kimi, only at shoulder length. Maybe a bit like Rei Ayanami, too...I always hated Rei, though.
I've been told it looks cute...I don't know. I suppose that when I go home I'll have to go out with my friends and have thenm oogle it for a whiel. And then when I get enough compliments I should be content.
