From Our Readers Why Shaving My Head Completely Changed My Life From Our Readers

I think there is a moment in life when every girl feels the need for change. A new identity, a fresh start. And I also believe that this sense, this need for difference is a healthy indicator that you are indeed on the path of self-discovery.

As we dive into these spring months of rebirth, we find ourselves anticipating the future. Whether this means starting high school or heading off to university, one door is closing and another is opening. And it’s exciting!! We are changing, we are developing, we are growing. And channeling this energy through a physical act of readiness might just be the solidifying sign you’ve been waiting for. The tangible that brings things into the scope of reality and says, “Life, I’m ready. I’m ready for whatever tomorrow brings, ready for the change you have in store for ME.”

Anne Hathaway in The Princess Diaries, Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, Quinn Fabray from Glee: all found renewal and a lift of spirits in changing the physical – and more specifically, their hair. Sometimes the feeling of actual lightness (lighter hair, anyone?) can make the new possibilities seem all the more real.

It did for me.

It has been exactly a week since I finally made up my mind to actually shave my hair off. And since then, I’ve never felt more free, more alive, happy in all my 17 years of living. I can’t quite put my finger on why I did what I did, but in my heart I knew it was the right thing to do, the right thing for me. It wasn’t that I wanted to be someone else, I love who I am! I had just out-grown myself. I was older, wiser (Still working on this one), and ready to spring forward. I had become a new person. But I needed to really feel this in order to achieve closure. I was ready to focus on my future and the brightness it promised, but the weight of college applications, results, the decisions of my younger high school years was holding me back.

Cutting my hair didn’t make me forget about my past struggles, but it gave me the time necessary to finally face my fears. Thinking about my hair-cutting choice forced me to consider the feelings that came with it – what I was cutting away and what I hoped would grow in its place down the road. My actual choice made me shift through the heaviness, sort through it, to finally find what I was looking for. My hair gave me hope, strength and renewal.

So today I challenge you to start a new page on the chapter of life. Celebrate! Live and love, but never lose a sense of your self. Because despite it all, you are undeniably you. A perhaps confused you, a learning you, but a you all the same. Embrace the day! Love it, live it.

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  1. After studying in England for a semester, I had a difficult time transitioning back to life at my small college in Minnesota. I felt like I had changed so much and could not fit back into the mold of who I was before I’d left. On a whim, shortly after I returned, I chopped off my hair (around 20in.) into a short pixie cut. I didn’t realize it at the time, but looking back, this drastic change in appearance was my way of communicating to others that my identity and self had changed and grown drastically too.

    Thanks so much for writing this article! It’s amazing how something as simple as cutting one’s hair can liberate the self and create new possibilities.

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