8th Grade Flashback

So this used to be me. (About a year ago I guess) Friends, after 7 years of having long hair...I chopped it all off. I cut 12.5 inches in 8th grade at donated it to Locks of Love. Yesterday I cut 11 inches and did the same. Here are the results:







The last time I had short hair was a nightmare. I never styled it, I had braces, and I was completely awkward because of the sheer nature of being in middle school. Then, my parents decided to take a professional family picture. And of course, that horrible time in my life is immortalized in my house in a very LARGE frame.

However, this go around I am a little more optimistic. I actually own a straightener, and I know how to use it. I won some styling wax from a contest once so I've got some of that, too. Plus I have some really cute earrings, so if nothing else, they will take attention away if this haircut slips into another nightmare.

I'm not going to lie, my biggest hesitation for having short hair is that I've got this neck that is about as long as a broomstick. I'm like a brontosaurus. But when I was getting my haircut, the girl cutting mentioned that when she was younger she was soooo proud of her long neck, and she still is. Is a long neck something to be proud of? After all, long, bronzed legs is definitely a good thing (per John Grisham). But what about long necks? Long arms=monkey. Long nose=Pinocchio. Long teeth=horse. Long neck=giraffe? I guess I'd rather be a giraffe than a monkey, horse, or small wooden boy. My only hope is that I can be a giraffe with a cute haircut.