Long haired girl

This story was inspired by the women on the train who stare then follow by tossing their hair to get my attention.

My short hair is a choice.  It will always be what I love, what I aspire to have, maintain and keep.  When I was young, I feel in love with the beauty of short hair.  There was a beautiful woman who lived on my block whom I admired.  She would walk up and down the block, assumably going to and from work.  She had a short natural...something like a Carl Lewis haircut.  She wore it elegantly and the fact that she was breathtaking added to it.  I saw her best features without the accessory of long hair.  Now, that to me, was bold and pretty darn spunky!  So when I grew up, I wanted to cut my hair.  

My mom is a hairstylist as well.  She is a believer that hair is a woman's glory.  I agree but we had different perspectives on what that statement meant.  My mom felt that long hair is beautiful and the ultimate choice for a woman and that short hair is for boys, men or if that was the card that God dealt you.  My outlook is whichever way looks good on you is how you wear it.  As long as it represented your lifestyle, your style of dress and your personality.  I am a hairstylist and I appreciate all lengths.  It just so happens the I love short hair and prefer my hair that way.

With that said, to all the long haired women that toss their hair to check if I'm looking.  The answer is yes. Yes I am, either to admire your hair or to find ways to make it better.  I will never look to envy or crave your length.  I am fine with mine, thank you.




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