My Haircut and Haircolor

"I love your hair!" "How beautiful!" "You can definitely pull hat cut off!" Are what I hear a lot from coworkers, friends and family. I smile often and thank them. They quickly follow up with a version of, "My family/partner would kill me if I did that to my hair." Control over someone over their hair. I remember when I was young, it hurt when my parents brushed the tangles out of my hair, it was super curly and when they brushed out the curls and it would be wavy, it would still get tangled quickly. I wanted my hair to be long and beautiful like all the other kids who were beautiful and perfect hair. My parents didn't want to deal with my hair so cut it short. My choice was taken away from me. I got to be an adult and I realized I could choose how long my hair was and grew it out. I grew it so long it was below my butt. I was proud of it and all the hair styles I did with it. Time passed and I was growing weary of migraines and always having it up. I couldn't have it around my neck, I decided to cut it but it was my choice. I got a bit nervous that my now husband would disapprove but he encouraged me to do what I wanted. I got it cut several times after trying to get the perfect length. I was quite happy with my hair as an A-line hair cut... Short in the back and long in front and it looks like an A. I started to dye my hair, it was again a little nerve-wracking when I thought my husband would be mad at me for doing something radical like a bright red color. He encouraged me to be the best me I could be. I was happy. Earlier this year, I was mulling over a shorter haircut that would cause me to look more peculiar. I discovered a hair cut called the Chelsea and I fell in love but I was fairly normal looking or could blend in pretty easily, but a Chelsea would be shaved in the back of the head and leave the front at any desired length. I talked to my husband and he said he wasn't sure how to feel about it due to work. I couldn't help it and made the punge, he said to me it would take some "getting used to", but he is happy if I am happy. I am. I'm happy that I have a freedom to do with my body what I will. He is my partner but not my boss, not my emperor. He doesn't tell me no because he is uncomfortable. If I'm on the fence, he tells me his preference and I do the same courtesy for him. I am happy that I have a freedom like this. I wish freedom to all in relationships, how ever you see that freedom