When I was younger, I noticed older women getting the same haircut over and over, year after year. According to the magazines I read back then, they were dated and desperately in need of a makeover, like they owed the world a fresher look.
But today I got my cut. Again. The one that suits my hair, frames my face, fits my lifestyle, and feels like me. I don’t have to fuss with it to feel good. It doesn’t follow trends or try to impress anyone else, because it’s not for anyone else.
And you know what? I’ve noticed men aren’t told to reinvent their hair every season. They get to pick something that works, then move through life with more headspace for everything else. So this is that, for me: reclaiming my time and my curls.
P.S. Yes, that’s a Katie Porter reference. I love her. We have similar hair and attitudes.
P.P.S. My family, friends, and dog are all far more dear to me than my hair, of course. But I think a lot about what words mean, and to me, people are connections, not belongings.

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