Enemies and advesaries, they try and tear me down

[axeslade]

So, dad cut my hair tonight. And spent the entire time bitching about how I should grow it out and how it'd look so much better if I did, etc.

Apparently, the fact that I like it the way it is doesn't matter. Bodily autonomy, I don't haz it.

But wait, I DO.

So, decision. He's not cutting my hair again. I will fork over too much money to have someone do what I ask and doesn't tell me the whole time that it's bad. I don't care what anyone thinks (okay, I care what Girl thinks, but my feelings on the matter still trump hers). This haircut (not quite, really--he won't do what I want) makes me happy and comfortable.

*sigh*

ETA: Say it for me, Hedwig.

Some girls, they got natural ease
They wear it anyway they please
With their French-flipped curls and perfume magazines

Wear it up
Let it down
This is the best way that I've found
To be the best you've ever seen