Well, today is here, there is money in the bank, and in a little bit I'll head out to get my haircut.
Honestly, I would be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely terrified.
In theory my next post will be of what happened, if you have any spare metaphorical balls please send them telepathically.
You can do it! We've been there and are thinking about you. Metaphorical balls coming your way!!!
They came just in time.
I didn't compromise on what I wanted, and I actually told the hairdresser I wanted a ladies cut.
So, she shaped it a bit since there is still lots more to grow.
I'm so happy that I kept true to what I wanted, that I said out loud exactly what I was looking for despite the fear.
Nothing was said though, no outed confrontation.
Just a "how long were you going to grow it anyway?" and we talked later again about going a few shades lighter.
So I'm still essentially in Scroedinger's closet, but at least I'm the owner of my own body once again.
Proud of you! It will get easier. Like you have probably heard a million times - just be yourself.
Glad to hear it...and you didn't need metaphorical balls...just resolve. The same resolve women have shown for the entire existence of our species.
See that wasn't so bad. No bolts of lightning struck near by.
Small steps lead to grand future, all in time, you did it girl!
Again, thank you all for the encouragement.
I'm still wanting more though, there is still a bloody man in the mirror!
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Well, we CDs tend to overreact sometimes. Mothers don't like long hair, and a way they have to discourage us is the "you look like a girl" speech.
its so true, alot of mothers hate long hair on their sons.. its tough to deal with sometimes, just gotta bear with it..