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Why I Decided To Cut My Hair

I’ve been asked serval times about what made me wanna cut my hair. Well the answer is pretty simple…it’s hot outside. I don’t think anyone understands Alabama weather, but it’s basically a living hell here in the summer. But it’s not all the temperature that gets to you, it’s the humidity. It can be 83F and it feels like 100F.
There are days where I miss my long hair. I look back at pictures and a little, tiny feeling of regret comes to mind. Then Florence +The Machine comes on the radio and reminds me to “shake it off, shake it off.”
So there you have it, the reason why I cut my hair.

You’re probably wondering…”that’s it??”

Okay I’ll give some real reasons why I truly did cut my hair. Hope you enjoy and hope it may encourage someone out there!

1) My dad: Okay this is a family reason why. Growing up, my dad had me playing soccer. I remember as a kid I was crazy about my bangs and long hair, especially after seeing The Little Mermaid everyday, nonstop. I seriously thought my dad wanted me to be a boy because one day he told me to cut it all off. He said I should do that because I’ll look better. So you’re saying I look ugly right now dad? Okay! Even years later, there I was at the age of 20 and he kept telling me to chop it off….let’s just say, that when I came home with barely no hair, my dad smiled and said, “I can’t believe you did it. I TOLD YOUUUU IT LOOKED GOOD!” Okay dad gotta give it to you, you were right. I don’t think you understand how much it means to a girl when their dad says they look beautiful.

2) Vanessa Hudgens: Now we all have an a movie star we admire. Vanessa Hudgens happens to mine. When she premiered in her new movie Gimme Shelter I noticed she had cut her hair. Now I didn’t do it because she did it. Rather I decided to do it because I saw that it didn’t look so bad on her and I thought, maybe it wouldn’t look so bad on me either (no I don’t look nothing like her either. Don’t get your hopes up guys). I remember around Christmas time I showed all my friends and they agreed it wouldn’t look bad. Well chop chop chopping away I went.

3) Being single: Don’t get me wrong, being in a relationship is wonderful. But no matter how close I was to the last guy I dated, I always felt insecure about my appearance. I remember talking to him about chopping my hair off and he said it would be okay, BUT that it wouldn’t fit with my face. Tevs. Breakups aren’t fun, and no I didn’t do it because we broke up. I mean it had been almost a year later when I cut my hair. The point I’m trying to get across is that I let someone else’s (someone I loved) opinion get in the way. I thought he was right. Then I thought, dad always knows best. So a year later, I let go of all of those insecurities I had when I was dating and just chopped my hair off. There’s this rewarding feeling you get when you do something out of the ordinary once you’re single. Like you’ve been set free to do whatever you want.

4) Soon enough the right one will come: So the last guy didn’t think it would look good, but I know the right one will love it. There’s something about guys that they prefer long hair. Maybe it’s because the girl looks more feminine and it’s just the way it should be. Or they don’t like it because they don’t have no hair to play with when it’s short. I don’t know. But I know that out of all the guys, there will be one who won’t care if you have long or short hair, and will still find you beautiful just the way you are.

5) Its easier: This is probably one of the top reasons why I cut it. When my hair was long, I didn’t know what to do with it. I would spend more time fixing it, than I would going out. Now that it’s short, I just blow dry this bad boy and walk out the door.

6) Nursing school: Ponytails give me headaches. Going into nursing school, I figured since my hair had to be up, why not just cut it for nursing lab.

7) Confidence: All my life, I struggled with low self esteem. I never felt pretty, I never believed in myself, and I never could let go of any insecurities. After hearing my dad for many times telling me to cut my hair, breaking up, and getting tired of fixing my hair, I thought why not listen to nike and just do it. I remember as if it was just yesterday, I was at old navy talking to a good friend of mine. I was tired of all the negativity in my life and I remember telling her that I was going to ulta next door to chop off all the negativity. When I said that she responded saying if I did I could no longer be sad and I have to let go of the past. Once my hair was gone I felt free. Not saying it gave me the power to overcome my fears, but the moment i did something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, I felt free. I was able to look in the mirror with my chin up and say, I’m beautiful. I was able to not care what others thought. And not only that but I believed I was beautiful enough to where I no longer put on make up like I use to.

8) Change: I wanted to change. I wanted to feel brand new. I wanted to look at myself now and say “wow my life has changed.” I wanted to be able to say I look different. I just wanted change. And boy did a lot change. And I’m thankful.

You’ll be surprised at the amount of compliments I’ve gotten. Yes I was nervous when I got it, and I worried what some will think. But I guess that’s what happens when you turn twenty. You sort of stop caring. So to all the girls out there who wish to cut their hair, try it. The worse that can happen is that it won’t look good. But 10 times out of 10 it does. Don’t believe what that little voice in your head said. In fact don’t believe what others will say. You are your own person, and it’s important that you express that to others. If you wanna dye your hair, do it, if you wanna cut it, do it. If you wanna just leave it the same, then do that too. But whenever your mind tells you something it wants do it and don’t listen to your “what if’s.” Don’t let your decisions be an itch your trying not to scratch. That can get uncomfortable sometimes.

Audrey Hepburn once said

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.


Elephants and Moon

She could care less about people. All she wanted was a night with the stars. She dreamt of drinking tea with the elephants and enjoying a garden full of flowers. She didn’t want to get drunk off of beer. Rather, she preferred wine and poetry. She only cared for the loss and broken because she was once that way. She preferred a night out with the moon rather than some random guy because she knew that the moon would always listen. She loved the simple things in life because they healed her heart. They fixed her when she thought she could never be fixed. And though she is lonely she is not without love. And I think that’s why so many people are lost.

We live for others that we forget to live for ourselves.


She was a fool to believe the rain would wait till she got inside. She was a fool for letting herself jump in the water when she knew she couldn’t swim. She was a fool. But a fool who loved. She loved and loved and loved because she knew he was the one. She loved because she wanted to be loved back. She loved because she knew she would die soon. But he..he never loved. He adored her. But he never loved. And he would have never loved. Because to him, having loved someone only meant letting go of everything he truly wanted. And she wasn’t worth the sacrifice.

Why I Got Twitter Back

First off I deleted twitter as a way to keep myself from being distracted last semester. One year later I notice that there was something missing..

Facebook can get a little boring after a while because I mean who uses it anyways? I would only see post from 12 year olds (still don’t know why I’m friends with them) and see some from older people like 30 and up. But really, no one in their twenties (my age or people I actually talk to, to be exact) really uses Facebook. After a while it gets boring. So I don’t really get on Facebook too often anymore.

Then there’s snapchat. Now I’m not much of a “snapchatter” because 99% of the time I look like Kim kardashian without makeup. I mean c’mon have you seen her without any? It’s not pretty my friends.


So in other words I don’t use snapchat all that much either when it comes to social media. But I will thank those who post stuff up on their “my story” thingy! (I just learned what that was) Gives me something to look at when I get on it.

Keek. You’re probably wondering what that is. Well it’s something you post videos up on. But since no one I know has it, what’s the point of getting on it? I’ll just leave it at that. As much as I love making videos..I don’t get on keek.

Don’t let me forget about Instagram. See I love Instagram. It’s probably the only one I actually get on. Probably because it’s just pictures and junk and people I know get on it. I can like as many pictures as I want because I mean who doesn’t want their picture to be liked?


There are filters that help me look good, and I can post videos (not that I do anyways). But it’s not…satisfying. It’s like…something’s missing.

Every time I got on my phone my thumb would look for that small birdy app (subconsciously) and it wouldn’t be there. When I’m with people and we all want to have a moment to our phones, it was like everyone stayed on longer than I did. I started to feel like a kid asking what they were looking at and leaning over to see what it was.

I would see something that would relate to me and my single situation and laugh…because it’s how I feel


Or maybe I’ll be at Starbucks and some girl would give me a look and I’d be like

But I wouldn’t be able to post this moment anywhere, unless it was twitter.

And how would i have known this when I don’t get on netflix too often!

I mean if it wasn’t for twitter I would be wishing that I could watch the last four season of dexter

And I mean during that time of “moving on” I would have loved to see this



It would’ve made me feel a little better about my decision.

Oh and one last thing…


I would probably be at school right about now wondering why the campus is a ghost town if it wasn’t for twitter.

So there you have it. Those are just some reasons why I got twitter back. It’s like a faster way to get information, and a personal diary you can post your feelings up on…and it would be…OK. As much as I told myself Twitter was dumb, I realized I like it. Because I mean who wouldn’t wanna vent their feelings or post their personal thoughts?

The Journey


I never thought I’d fall for you. Never in my lifetime did I see my heart beat for you. Never did I imagine of wanting to be with you. Never did I wish to want to kiss you.

I really NEVER saw myself falling for you.

And all that time I never knew,
I grew to like you more than words can explain.

If you were to come back and ask me to love you, I would. But not because you told me to. And if you were to come back and ask me to be with you, I would. But not because you told me to.

But now, you’re gone. A lifeless picture stored in a box. A memory that haunts me every night. A song that repeats itself on the radio. A promise that is forever broken. You’re nothing but a story that came to an end.

You walked right in and back out as if you found yourself at the wrong place. You took every last bit of trust I had left in me. You held my hand wishing I never found happiness. You left quietly in hopes I’ll never notice…sadly, I did.

And all that’s left of you are these walls you built and a tattoo I wear on my back.

So I ask you this,

How should I explain the reason why I don’t talk to you when you were the one who left in the first place?

They’ll always come back for more

I sat, taking a sip of my favorite Peppermint Mocha drink from Starbucks. I notice everyone who walked in and out, and I also notice those who took the time to sit inside where there was warm air, and drink their coffees/refreshers. There was Mrs. Catherine drinking her very berry hibiscus and playing on her phone. Every now and then she would ask me about school and I’d say the usual, “it sucks.”
And then there was that lawyer (who’s name I still do not know) sit by the icy, cold window, take a sip of his chai latte tea…or whatever it’s call…and he’d read and highlight every single page of his book (kinda like me with my notes).
I sat there just staring at everyone, and I thought…there’s something about these small pricey cups that keep people coming back for more.
Maybe it’s the way it nourishes the soul with its rich caffeinated flavors or how it wakes up the sleepy heads early in the morning. It’s probably the way it reunites old friends after weeks, months, or years from seeing each other, or how it can bring together two broken hearts in search for love.
Or maybe it’s the way it helps people study for a crazy exam, or how it calms people down after a stressful day.
For some people, it brings peace, love, and hope. It brings up topics of conversations. It helps them get stuff done. Its that sip they take that makes them wish for something better to happen in that small cafe.
And for others it’s just….a pricey cup from Starbucks.
But whatever their reason may be, they always come back for more.