Before and After: A selfie shot in the mirror the night before my haircut; A selfie on the street after losing my locks! Or ... Rapunzel with short hair becomes Rapunzel with short hair!
Say Cheese! A quick snap of the camera during my headshot session with Jody Christopherson, rocking my new do.
Who's that Girl? A quick selfie on the subway with my hat. Loving the Dorothy Parker look!
This past weekend I cut off a good 13 inches of my gorgeous, long, thick hair. Some people called me crazy. Most were disbelieving in the idea that I would look good with a new short do, but the results are in, and overwhelmingly favorable. And other than the most obvious questions of "Do you like it?" or "How does it feel?" or "Did you donate it?" (Answers: I LOVE it. It feels amazing! Yes I donated the 13 inches to Wigs for Kids. For more information, check out their website. They do some amazing work.) The question that I want to answer, is "Why did you do it?"
I have a dear friend, who when I told him that I was going to chop off all my hair, was utterly heartbroken to hear this news. He wanted to know "Why?" It was a valid question. After all, my hair has been long for a relatively long time, and any time I got a hair cut it was still in a style that hung past my shoulders. I have known him for about 6 years, and he has never known me with short hair. In fact, many of my very close friends have never seen me with short hair! Part of this is that my friend base has shifted and changed in the past few years, evolving with me. Many of these friends have been stalwart companions that have seen me through some rough times, and some good ones. But I did not arbitrarily decide to chop off my hair to see if my close circle of friends would like it, or still like me, or to just give them a different flavor of London.
I decided to chop off my hair because: I wanted to. I felt this overwhelming urge to make a change. I had been going through the extremely difficult and grueling process of trying to find an apartment with a couple of other friends, and it fell through. So no change. But there was still this urge to make a change. Something tactile and substantial needed to change in my life. Moving wasn't going to happen. Loosing an excessive amount of weight would take months. Re-vamping my entire wardrobe would be so expensive, I would be better off moving. The only logical, least expensive, and fastest way to have a tangible change was to chop off my beloved locks.
And I'm not lying. It feels amazing! My head is so much lighter. I have really thick hair, so this makes sense. And I feel a bit freer and a bit more bouncy and fun. It completely changes my look, which is why I was so excited to get new headshots the following day! The look on my friend Jody's face when I showed up for our session was priceless. "Oh my God! You cut your hair!!! It looks amazing!!!" If loving it myself wasn't enough, having my photographer friend gush about how well it framed my face, and how fun it was definitely got me on the side of the short hair club.
I have spent less than a year of my life with short hair. Hair that did not touch my shoulders when down. Seriously people. It was LOOOONNNNGGGGG. But those days left me. It's not a miracle. It's what happens when you're not allowed to cut your hair for 14 straight years. Not that I didn't want to.
Don't get me wrong. I love my long hair. I also love my short hair. Actually, I just love my hair. It's great! It's thick, soft, strong, and grows quickly. But a change needed to happen, and a change was made. Plus, I got to help out an amazing charity that does some great work with children. I got to do something good, and give back to the world in a little way. After all, it's only hair. It'll grow back ... eventually.
London Griffith is an Alaskan born, Montana raised, Southern influenced, New York Actress. She occasionally writes about her life and experiences of being on the verge ...