I love having long hair. Throughout my childhood, my mum has always forced me to cut my hair each time it reached my shoulders. It was only during secondary school that I was allowed to grow it out. I’ve always feel more confident and comfortable with long hair. However, last December, I was feeling a little bored with the same, boring hairstyle and decided to cut it. I basically chopped off my hair which at the time was about 2 inches below my shoulder to a short bob cut above my chin. I liked it at first.
Now, my hair’s grown to reach my shoulders. I have to admit that I’m starting to miss my long hair. I looked very different and some days I’m still not used to seeing myself with short hair. I miss being able to curl it and tie it. I loved tying my hair up in french braids and even just a ponytail. It’s quite enlightening how losing something makes you appreciate it even more. Or perhaps as usual when it comes to humans, we’re simply never satisfied with what we have.
In case you missed it, I’m longing for my long hair.
p/s: See what I did there? *self-pats back*