this is for anyone who’s ever questioned their gender or even just their presentation as a queer person.
i cut my hair today, and i dyed it a fun color.
i spent all month looking forward to it, convincing myself it would solve all of my problems.
i would look in the mirror at my hair that wasn’t even that long to begin with, and i hated it.
i was running my hands through the hair by the nape of my neck and trying to hold it all together, all because it wasn’t shorter.
i got that haircut today and all day i mourned the idea that i was pretty. that anyone could ever think i was pretty again.
i was sad because i felt i had lost her.
i was scared because i now feel like a visibly queer person.
neither of those things compares to the sheer amount of joy i feel when i run my hand through the hair at the nape of my neck right now.
it feels right, and it feels like me.







