Sure thing sir!

#4 One of my insecurities:

My hair. I constantly change it, but refrain from cutting it. When I was younger, I had long black hair up to my butt. Virgin hair, never dyed never cut. It was growing since birth. I was in 6th grade, and I hated P.E., P.E. happened to be my first period in middle school and I used to live literally walking distance from school. I would purposely take long in the morning to do my hair so I could miss this class. This happened often, finally my report came in and of course I passed all but one (Take a guess which it was). My mother saw it and went furious (And I don’t blame her, I mean come on..) She finally figured out it was because of me spending so much time braiding my hair or styling it in the morning… So she cut it off. Think, Mushroom cut. Up to my chin and shaved slightly in the back. First day at school after the haircut, everyone made fun of me. I felt disgusting and ugly. And it didn’t help much that I hung around girls who had pretty hair and I was just placed there. People called me mushroom head til High School and even then people still remembered. It took forever to grow back, and I promised I’d never cut it again. So now when I go through haircuts, I squirm at the thought of losing more than 1 inch. This may sound ridiculously girly, but it’s some serious shit. Even now, I get weird when people touch or play with my hair, I feel like they have scissors in their back pocket.