All I remember is that I couldn’t stop crying,
As she kept cutting my hair shorter and shorter.
I used to believe that the essence of beauty lied in having long hair.
The longer your hair gets, the more beautiful you become.
But the older I get, the more I rebelled against my femininity.
And the more I rebelled against my femininity, the more I lost my admiration for long hair.
But, secretly, when I imagine the most beautiful version of myself, I see my hair long.
Long Hair
2013