I got my freaking hair cut today. Hair cuts leave more anxiety than many things I should be anxious of like paying bills on time, being single forever, and losing my job. The importance of hair seems so minuet to world hunger, losing weight, or becoming a better human in general. However, when you are a person like me (stylish, funny, hilarious, boisterous, center-of-attention) then your hair matters in more ways than just vanity.
I pride myself on having good hair. I style my hair every day. I dye it myself. I show my creativity in my hair. Like Lady Gaga said, “I am my hair.”
If you look at someone who looks like this, what do you say about them:
We all love Britney Spears. Heck, I wanted to be her when I was in my tweens. But, that girl is all sorts of crazy. Her judging technique on The X Factor this season proved that to be so. That girl is a bit crayyyyyy crayyyy. I mean, just look at her hair.
I do not want to be crayy to the level of Britney Spears. I want to be Colleen. I want to be me. I want to be my own person.
So, what does this cut say about me?