I spent most of childhood, teens and twenties with a pixie cut. And then in my 30s decided to have long hair and into my 40s and now in my 50s – I am sick to death of the maintenance that my crown glory requires so I went back to the pixie late yesterday afternoon and oh what a difference to me.
Like my neighbor said one day to me, “I used to be a sex kitten.” Really I thought sort of horrified to think of her in those terms. But hey I used to be a sex kitten too – a very long time ago.
Hello pixie!
I think you look just fine! Really! My hair has always been the bane of my existence. Having no hair at all taught me that hair doesn’t define me after all. Now my hair stylist keeps it trimmed to about an inch all over. I don’t color it any longer, just wash and blow dry it as often as it needs, and see my mother every time I look in the mirror. But I’m okay with it at last.
I love the last sentence here – But I’m okay with it at last.