I have had an a-line bob or shorter for the probably the last 20 years or so.
I abhor long hair.
When I see long hair all that I can think of is, yes it may look gorgeous, but the weight, the care, the maintenance. (This might also have to do with the fact that until I was into adulthood I had hair down to my butt (mother’s doing) and then waist length because I was shy and introverted and highly sensitive so I hid behind my curtain of locks.)
My hair is THICK, it’s wavy, it does things in all the places I don’t want it to so when I reached my 20’s I chopped ALL that stuff off into a bob.
I love my bob! It became my thing, my signature. It’s easy to care for, it behaves most days, it’s not heavy, it’s bouncy and healthy. WIN!
Butttt…..people bugged me for a long time to grow it. And I convinced myself to do that. “Oh it will be easier to do, blah blah blah.”
Whatever I needed to justify it because essentially it didn’t come down to what some would say was my inability to commit to something (growing my hair) but rather I learned it came down to approval and feeling like I was good enough.
Hmm…hair…such a simple thing.
I spent roughly a year growing it out form a cute a-line bob.
(I know for some that isn’t long but it is when your hair hasn’t touched your shoulders in 20 years it feels that way! haha!)
It was annoying. I couldn’t do anything with it! It was stringy, and heavy and it took forever to actually do in the mornings. So most days I wore ridiculous knobbies….
Or tried that messy top knot business…(which was mostly a top knot fail.)
So as I go through this deconstructing of myself, getting rid of what I don’t like and reconstructing what I LIKE about me I realized I was only growing my hair because I wanted the approval of other people because…then it means I’m good enough, right?
So I said, screw that noise and let’s welcome back my a-line bob! My signature, black, a-line bob, because it’s cute, it’s easy and I love it! And…dammit it’s good enough because I am good enough! No approval necessary.