Inner peace.

Today I decided to cut my hair short. Number two to be exact. Been a long time actually I didn’t do like that, and it does feels comforting.

When I was a junior in high school, I never had a quite a long hair as my mom never like that. She like us, I mean my siblings to have short hair like my dad  and I always insecure about that because most people like to make fun of that scenario. Yes, having a short hair is not a cool thing in my school.

Time by time I start to rebel and yeah since I’m started to grow old, that is not a thing that my mom can control and so does happened to all my brothers, and I know the feeling very well

The thing is, I like having a quite long hair but also by having that I realize that I need to concern on a few things like dandruff, or basically log hair problems *eventually your hair need an extra care too.

Well, the point is today I kind of have a feeling of free, and loving my choice even though there are a few peoples who quite shock and I expect that, not less some of that making fun of that (well I didn’t understand that either, and having short hair is called bald which is etymologically wrong to say that.) also, bald shaming is real. HAHAHA

Somehow there’s a lot decisions that I didn’t make because of fear, dogma and I’m trying to beat that, one by one.

“The more you love your decisions, the less you need others to love them.” – Kourt K.