CHANGES - Cutting off.

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LITERALLY

Hi everyone, I hope you are having good time! Tonight while I was running in some photos of a few years, I found photos of my long hair. My mother always cut my hair, and because she liked it long, she never allowed nobody to cut my hair, and I had grown my hair since I was little, cutting them a few times. The length of my hair over the years has came to my hips.
My mother did not allow me for a long time to cut them too short, or above my elbows.

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For me over the years the confidance of my appearance was so much dependent on my hair, so much so that after the few times I went to cut them from the hairdresser during my life I had bad experiences, because of obvious bad cuts, I decided to cut my hair by myself. Cutting just a few centimeters periodically, to keep them healthy.
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But over the years as well as developing an excessive attachment, and a consequent fear of cutting my hair beyond a certain length, I began to feel too uncomfortable. To carry for so long my long hair had just tired me, so I wanted to change, but I was afraid of the end result. But the time came when, for the sake of comfort and convenience, I had to cut them off. And it was liberating.
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Over the years I was afraid that by cutting my hair I would somehow disappoint the other people's expectations of how I should have to appear to be aesthetically appreciable, I feared to hurt my mother by going against her vision of me. In the end I did what I wanted. I pondered my choices, to follow what I want, and get what I want. I cut my hair more and more often, and I took off more and more centimeters, until it was a habit to see me with a shorter cut.

I feared for so long the changes, when in fact I only wanted to go along with them.

I wish u all happy steeming, see u soon! :)
Bey :)