it has been a little over a month since i chopped off my hair. i went home for christmas break and it turned out that my family disliked my long hair. they persisted that i cut it. i held strong through the holiday break. there were so many advantages to having long hair. my hair kept my head warm. with long hair i become invisible (because people that got to know me when i had short hair dont know what i look like now). let me explain- now there are no weird salutations in the hallways of school or church or even at the gym. and with my longer hair some people that i wouldnt consider good friends couldnt recognize=invisibility. and i became knowledgeable on different types of hair products (gels, hairsprays, shampoos, conditioners, and i even broke down and bought a blowdryer). anyways it was the last day of my california vacation and i cut my hair. i regret it to this day. but there was just so much peer pressure. i had to do it. afterwards i felt naked. you know that aura of lightness when you get when you walk around naked? maybe not. but for those that have, you know exactly what im talking about. and i was feeling the same way. it took me two weeks to grow accustomed to my new look. i refused to put gel in it or even style it. i wore a hat for the first few days. furious at myself for doing what i did, i came to face reality: Life with short hair, again.