I wish my mom and dad would STOP GIVING ME SHIT ABOUT MY HAIR.
Yes, it’s long. I know it’s long. I’m growing it out. BECAUSE I WANT TO. That’s all they need to know, but for some reason I feel like I have to REMIND THEM that I’m a GIRL and not a GUY.
So when I tell you that I hate wearing my hair in a pony tail (despite how “professional” it looks and might keep me from getting failed job interviews and such) because it gives me headaches, IT IS NOT MY PROBLEM when “growing out your hair for no particular reason is giving me a headache.” (Dad) This is my fucking body and with it I’m gonna do what I want. I’ll learn from my own god damn mistakes. If someone doesn’t hire me because I’ve got unprofessional hair? MY MISTAKE, I’LL FUCKING FIX IT MYSELF. If someone finds my hair unprofessional while wearing a tuxedo (which I hope I never have to do again), MY FUCKING MISTAKE, I’LL FIX IT MYSELF!
This applies to everything else in my god damn life too. I’m getting to the point where I’m starting to realize that my body is my business, and as a legal adult I can do with it anything that I want to.
I’m TWENTY YEARS OLD. TWENTY. YEARS OLD. I’m mature enough to understand that there may be consequences to my actions and that I have to learn from them. I was that mature like 5 years ago, but apparently it didn’t sink in then and it’s CLEARLY not sinking in now. Also, as a legal adult, while you may WANT me to do something, only I get to say whether or not I’m doing it.
And yeah, I’m sure that on my mother’s father’s side we have a common gene for male pattern baldness. Whoopdie freakin’ doo! Because the second I get on antiandrogens, the chances of that happening DIE. No matter what genetics say should happen, those particular genes affect me hormonally, which I can change with a little spironolactone.
I do not care how professional it looks to wear my hair in a pony tail. It shows so much cheek and forehead it looks like masculine as hell.
I do not care how “handsome” it makes me look.
I do not care that it gives you a headache that I’m growing my hair out because I can.
I do not care how it might affect me getting a job or a career or anything like that in the future.
I do not care that it might make me see better when I’m driving. It’s never caused a problem before while I drove. It’s just hair.
WHY CAN WE NOT DROP IT YET?!
Seriously, this shouldn’t still be going on. It’s long, but I’m taking exceptionally good care of my hair. I wash it every or nearly every day (and will start every single day this summer if I don’t have a recurring trend yet). It looks nice. And when I tuck the left side behind an ear, put on some makeup and use a hairband, I look GORGEOUS.
It’s my goddamn life, and I’m really starting to get tired of having to listen to you give me crap about the things I choose to do. Why can’t I just live my life in fucking peace?! UGH!