Ok, not quite. But for those who’ve known me and my work for a while- I have had pixie hairs forever.

Don’t get me wrong- I loooove my short hair. Well, at least I did. As with anything in this life, its novelty wore off. I found that I only had short hair because I was lazy. So October of 2009 I went REALLY short- I was tired of maintaining my short hair. Can you believe that?

(Damn, that’s a sharp haircut! I do kinda miss the short hair… LOL I’m nostalgic- leave me alone!)

So, why would I grow out my hairs when I’m one of 20% of the population who can ‘get away’ with short hair (I love that- Get Away with it, as though it’s 1920…)? I wanted to look like a girl, a woman, and not a boy.

Look- I get it. I’m tall, skinny, and have small boobs. Short hair is an automatic lesbian statement in today’s society (and the ladies LOVE me!), and while it’s fun to pretend, it strips away a bit of your sense of femininity… which is precisely what I was going for post-breakup-2005.

But now? Now I want to be curvy, sassy, girly and look like a good-for-nothin’-woman. I’ve gained weight and muscle back to my ‘dancer’ weight of 1997, which is 25 pounds over ‘model weight’ believe it or not… (let’s discuss that later), have a few more curves and hair I can not only play with, but gets stuck in my mouth, under the straps of my bags, my eyeballs, etc.

So, It’s growing. And let me say- It’s 1998 everytime I look in the mirror. What a trip! LOL It really does feel like forever since I had long hair, it’s always somewhat fluctuated… it’s amazing the transformative properties and possibilities we have as humans… I suppose this is the higher meaning, the moral of this story. Just call me Aesop.

Let’s take a fun trip down memory lane!

The OG hair: This is taken circa 2000. I was a wee lassy.

I love bangs. Almost all my hairstyles have had them. I like hiding behind my hair. It’s true. This was pre-uber-short-chop. I had tricked myself into believing I was going to grow it out again, but for some reason didn’t like it… so off with her head, essentially.

Who can forget the “who hair” phase… which progressed into the David Bowie phase (as were most of my “shit I need a haircut” days…)

Dear SiVad, you were loved and are missed. RIP 2010. I wore this hairstyle to Soup or Salad (my peoples in the south can I get a heyyyyyyyyy). . . and elicited a LOT of response…

well. that was fun, but now I’m bored. I’m off kids. Stay Tuned.
CeO
(and always remember: I’m a Magical Unicorn. It’s true.)