I agree with all your thoughts on hair... I feel fortunate to have made the leap to a very short pixie cut in my twenties (after a break up, obvs) and so to have felt the sheer fun and liberation of it early on - as well as knowing it looked good! Somehow all the years since then have simply been a waiting to return to that free, mischievous rejection of the 'demure' (or 'what men expect', as of course short hair can also be very angelic, my mother would say). Which I did again last year at another break-point in life, this time from the day job. I think it's easier to chop and change (and perhaps use one's hair as a tool of conscious expression in / against society) when one has never felt it to be a crowning glory in its natural state. Mine is a family of uncelebrated average brown hair - not that we don't appreciate it :)
You know me mama, every hairstyle and every colour, never wanting to stay the same for long. It's definitely a form of expression and a reflection of my life at the time ❤️
Hair has and will probably always remain so a huge mood effector for better and for worse. Plus we spend exhausting exorbitant amounts and time pondering and procrastinating over what best suits us.
All a bit bonkers really … such is a female life 🤪
What a great story. If we all could serenely accept whatever comes, life would be more enjoyable. And if women were judged on the content of their character instead of their looks, everyone would be better off. How many short, fat bald men could have the power and prestige they wield if they had to conform to the “feminine” ideal?
I agree with all your thoughts on hair... I feel fortunate to have made the leap to a very short pixie cut in my twenties (after a break up, obvs) and so to have felt the sheer fun and liberation of it early on - as well as knowing it looked good! Somehow all the years since then have simply been a waiting to return to that free, mischievous rejection of the 'demure' (or 'what men expect', as of course short hair can also be very angelic, my mother would say). Which I did again last year at another break-point in life, this time from the day job. I think it's easier to chop and change (and perhaps use one's hair as a tool of conscious expression in / against society) when one has never felt it to be a crowning glory in its natural state. Mine is a family of uncelebrated average brown hair - not that we don't appreciate it :)
You know me mama, every hairstyle and every colour, never wanting to stay the same for long. It's definitely a form of expression and a reflection of my life at the time ❤️
Great piece Alice really lovely. ☺️
Hair has and will probably always remain so a huge mood effector for better and for worse. Plus we spend exhausting exorbitant amounts and time pondering and procrastinating over what best suits us.
All a bit bonkers really … such is a female life 🤪
What a great story. If we all could serenely accept whatever comes, life would be more enjoyable. And if women were judged on the content of their character instead of their looks, everyone would be better off. How many short, fat bald men could have the power and prestige they wield if they had to conform to the “feminine” ideal?