I haven't always had a pixie cut.
In fact I had long and crazy hair until my senior year of high school.
This was back when I was part cat/cheetah... 2nd grade maybe?
In highschool I had quite the mane of hair. (I really didn't brush it.)
I can't find any good pictures of that.. but it looked similar to the above picture.
In the middle of my senior year I cut all of my hair off.
I can't say exactly what brought me to do such a thing, but I'm glad I did.
I loved having short hair. Nobody could convince me to grow it back out.
(Believe me they tried)
I was told some other pretty awful things, I was told I looked like a little boy.
But I felt myself, and there is nothing wrong with feeling like yourself.
I told myself I would only grow it out if the right boy asked me to.
Then I met Taylor
I met Taylor while I was in college.
We fell in love and he asked me to grow it out.
People do crazy things when they are in love.. right?
So I grew it out. I didn't like it, but I did it for Taylor.
(I'm not choking my kitty.. promise. and yeah.. we are wearing matching Peter Pan hats. Sweeet.)
After a two years of growing it out and dating, we got married.
Growing your hair out is borrrring. I gave myself highlights, bangs, braids, I dyed it, and I even bleached all my hair.
I got so sick of it being long, but Taylor didn't want me to cut it!
I got pretty frustrated..
So after being married for a year, I tried to perm parts of my hair.
Then my hair fell out.
I was panicking, and crying a little bit.. but I was actually excited.
So I cut my hair off again.
Then I looked in the mirror and thought,
"Oh, there you are."
I've bleached it, dyed parts of it pink, dyed it back to brown, let it get a little longer, cut it real short.
And I haven't grown it out since.
Taylor keeps asking me when I'm going to grow it back out.
I don't have an answer for him... I love it short.
And for the days that I want it long..
I think I'm covered.