If you had told me four years ago that I would have "short" hair. I never would have believed you. I would have said, "huh-uh, scissors aren't touching this head of hair!" I always used to look at my hair as a sort of positive attribute of my physicality. I thought that keeping my hair long would somehow keep me in a special "club" of sorts. Weird, I know, but I hope I'm not alone in saying this, women are constantly looking for something to "hold" on to that keeps them different (in a good way.)
I always felt that my mid-back length hair gave me a one-up of sorts, and no matter if my "skinny" jeans didn't quite fit, or if I had a zit, at least I could always fall back on that loooong hair. Well, enough analyzing the psychology of hair and what it means to me.
I now have significantly shorter hair, after getting the Victoria Beckham cut last year. (I guess I thought the hair cut would make me weigh 105 pounds like Posh.) I regularly wish for long hair again, and secretly vow to myself to NEVER cut it again, but I know that's a lie. I have transitioned to the Mom hair phase, and I will embrace it, no matter how difficult it feels.