The Girl With A Brown Bag

I am fine! This is a response I have found myself texting a lot this morning. Why wouldn’t I be? In most films(maybe even in all of them), the character we say goodbye to is not the one we met at the beginning. Some change for the better and others become the villain towards the end but all in all they change. You met beast at the beginning but saw a prince dying at the end. He was not born Magneto but I don’t even know his real name, just the villain. So what’s so wrong with me changing?

The thing is, people will always think they know you. They are so used to seeing you in your cocoon that when you become a butterfly(or a moth, whatever you’re into) they’ll ask why. Why did you grow? Why did you gain weight? It’s never why I lost weight. Why did you stop eating meat?(As if!!!) Some even ask whether my mother knows. To answer that, yes she knows, she knows everything.

So all these questions just because I cut my hair. Did my hair make me breathe better? Did it give me a super power that I didn’t know I had? Anyway, I cut my hair a long time ago. I haven’t posted anything with my face on social media this year. Guess what? I just posted and the questions!!!Or maybe just that one question, why? Honestly, there was no reason. It was my hair and I’ve always wanted to have short hair so there you have it.

What I have learnt this month is just live. You know, those who cared enough to find me knew that my hair was shorter. Those that call me friend but wait for Facebook to remind them of my birthday were the ones with questions. Let me just say this, those that matter will always be in the loop. The others are only there to remind you why they are not in the loop. I saw a post written “Stop calling someone who doesn’t call you” and I did.

Guess what? I have never been happier. I am at the greatest place ever. Carrying people is donkey work – no, worse! At least you feed a donkey!! So now those I call family are like 18 humans and my grandmother’s cows, those I call friend can be counted on my fingers and those who don’t matter….why I’m I even including them in my post. No one has the time.

Anyway, if you want to cut your hair, just do it. If you want breast implants(and can afford them), go get them. You’re a lady and don’t mind your pubic hair, let it grow(same for that mustache you think no one sees). Just be you, everyone else will adjust.