Layered. Choppy. Shining.

Hair.
My Hair.
My one part of my body that I can flaunt without much effort.

The previous post's pictures will show that I had long hair.

It's been chopped off.
Dramatically.
I, now, no longer have long, lucious hair which cascades elegantly down my back.
Hair that makes me feel womanly, pretty... girly.

I have gone for the chop.
Texture.
Movement.
It screams out rebel.

Obviously, because the rebel in me made the rash decision to get my hair cut today.
No thoughts, no worries.
Just a decision.

I feel like I have to change my style and attitude to accomodate this haircut.
I can no longer act coy and cutesy.
It won't suit.
Maybe when it grows out a bit.

Let's hope.

***Pictures will follow***