Throughout the latter and then the first couple years of my high school and college experience, I daily received comments from acquaintances and strangers alike that I looked like Taylor Swift. My mom and I went to one of her concerts my freshman year of college and young girls were asking to take photos with me simply because I resembled her. Yes, I’m from Texas, but no, I do not live in floral dresses and cowboy boots (even though I secretly really like those outfits). My face doesn’t resemble hers in any fashion. And yes, I sing and play guitar, but I sounds absolutely nothing like her. Truth be told, it was all about the hair. It wasn’t quite as long as hers, but it reached my bust, is blond and is naturally curly. I was neither offended nor flattered by these observations; it was just how my hair looked.

About a year ago, I was going through a transition period and I just really wanted to make some changes in my life, involving my surroundings, the contents of my room, the people I spent my time with and the way I looked as well. I had been told this was the time to take chances, so I just went for it. I was really attached to my hair, and seeing as it was one of the only things people ever commented on about me, I felt that my level of attractiveness was totally tied up in it.


In all my pink hair glory.

Having sworn until then that I would never chop off my hair, I had a sudden desire to take the plunge. I’ve had the same hair dresser since I was twelve years old, and she didn’t want to do anything too drastic. To compromise, she cut my hair off to my shoulders. It was such a rush to watch my identity float to the floor. After a few days, the rush disintegrated and I wanted even more. Seriously going out of my comfort zone, I went to hair stylist in the town where I attend college and asked her to cut even more off. She then asked about color, if I wanted to add a streak of pink, blue or some other wild shade. So I went for it. I got a streak of pink in my hair that was more vibrant than I was expecting. And let me just say that this was before this was a huge trend.


Before the cut.

Okay, so this post isn’t really about what getting my hair cut off was like for me, but about something I wasn’t expecting at all: People actually started treating me differently and it was extremely obvious. First of all, I noticed a huge difference in the kind of guys that approached me. No longer were frat bros cat-calling me, and no longer were people using cheesy pick-up lines on me. Part of me wondered: Has this made me uglier? But then I realized it wasn’t that I wasn’t getting hit on by as many people, it was that the people who were actually hitting on me were completely different than the type of men I usually attracted.

One of my favorite women blogged about how men were intimidated by women who were willing to venture outside the “classic American beauty ideal”. She thought that this meant only certain types of men would approach you. I’m not really sure what my stance on this is. All I can say for sure is that there was a definite change.

Lovelies, what do you think about this trend of women chopping their locks? Have any of you had similar experiences to mine, or have you not noticed a change? And if you have, what do you think is the cause behind it?