I can't wait until I can finally say my hair's of a certain style, like I can tell others "Hey, I've cut my hair! Mohawk style." Not that I will shave off my 2 months worth of hair at the side for mohawk. I may try a pixie haircut, because that's the shortest haircut I can think of, besides mohawk. Right now, it's just hair. No style to speak of.
And I've got people coming up to me to ask about my hair.
A girl in school came up to me to ask if I went for Hair for Hope, and she started to chat with me.
Yesterday, another girl asked me during lecture if she can interview me for her project on GENDER AND SEXUALITY. Crap. I am still a girl, and I'm not becoming manly no matter how short my hair is.
And I've got people coming up to me to ask about my hair.
A girl in school came up to me to ask if I went for Hair for Hope, and she started to chat with me.
Yesterday, another girl asked me during lecture if she can interview me for her project on GENDER AND SEXUALITY. Crap. I am still a girl, and I'm not becoming manly no matter how short my hair is.
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