This was me about a year ago.
See that huge smile on my face? That's not a fake pose for the camera; I was extremely happy with that cut. I felt free and confident, sensations I hadn't felt in too long of a time. Then after a couple of months, I decided to let it grow out again. Why? Because I want long hair. In my head, that's who I *think* I'm supposed to be. But I need to face the hard truth: my body will no longer support long hair. It just WON'T. Oh, I can grow my hair long, but it will look HORRIBLE. Look how cute and happy I am in that picture! Why would I do that to myself over and over and over again, make myself miserable by trying to grow long hair??
I've spent so many years trying to defy a social system that believe middle-aged women should cut their hair; that they should not allow their hair to grow beyond shoulder length. And if my body would let me, I would have long hair (I'm talking waist length or longer). But the flip side of that is...it's perfectly okay to be a middle-aged woman and
So yeah, when I get another pixie cut, I won't have to wear helper hair (unless I feel like it, and that's okay, too), because it looks okay with simply mousse and a bit of air drying. I'm just waiting on my scissors lady to get back to me on a day and time (for the cut). Short hair is awesome! That's my new mantra!