I keep having nightmares that my hair is long like it used to be. Like. I used to cling on to having long hair. It was my big Trait I suppose. But I wanted to cut my hair off as an adult for so long.
My mom took me to a salon that charged a shit ton and I told them I wanted a pixie cut and they wouldn't do it. I got an asymmetrical bob instead. I was furious.
Bless the ppl at the place I used to go to get a trim for just asking once if I wanted it that short just bc they "can take more off but can't put it back on" and then just went to town. And it was 20$. Love them. I was the happiest I'd been.
And then my friends started cutting my hair and experimenting and it felt even better.
But then I started having nightmares. Idk if it was before or after I fully realized I was nonbinary. Idk.
I think these are brought on by my dad. Recently every time he's seen me he's said my hair is looking longer and another 6 to 12 inches and it'll be perfect and it kinda just kills me inside in a way things usually don't. He just repeats the exact same line. Another 6 to 12 inches and it'll be perfect. And I think I'm just triggered by it. Idk.
