Hair talk

I have to say that the beginning of my pixie cut about a year ago was freakin' adorable. It was awesome. It was 22. But watching it grow an inch reminded me what it meant to look like a newly wed Meg Ryan in the 90s. After reviewing pictures I know what that looks like now. It was cute, but I have just escaped my adolescent and early young adult trauma years to enter a new kind of young adult trauma. I don't know who the hell I was kidding when I cut my hair off and my old roommate, who was obsessed with the "image" of adulthood said, "Oh my god! You look like a real woman now!" As if I wasn't an actual woman to begin with, instead, just a woman equivalent to a shaved vagina or something?