The “Dreaded” Pixie Cut

Hello people of the inter-webs, I’m “Ark” (it’s just a nickname) and today, May 31, 2016, I got a slightly modified pixie hair cut. I’ve wanted to cut my hair short for a couple months now and my parents wouldn’t book an appointment to get it cut until recently. They actually are very supportive of what I do, they just… well, they hope I stick to the norms somewhat so I don’t get myself into trouble, as we live in an area dominated by traditional ideas. (Which is why my friend Mat/Molly who is gender fluid gets picked on so much, and why people give me weird looks when I state I’m asexual)

After I got my hair cut and got home, one of the first things my grandmother told me was, “Now that your hair is so short, you’re going to have to dress more feminine and wear more pink so people don’t think you’re a boy.” Personally, I do not like pink. I just don’t. I also don’t like dresses or skirts. I like them on other people, and other people look great in pink, I just don’t like it on me. I like jeans, baggy t shirts and hoodies; I like boy clothes, they’re so comfortable and not see through or doused in glitter and hashtags. I also like Hot Topic, but, ironically, that’s kinda off topic.

Ultimately, I got this look so I’d be more comfortable, I don’t really care how I look, my hair is just really thick and gets really hot in the middle of summer. I don’t care if people think I’m a boy. In all honesty, It’d be funny to see their reactions when they find out I’m a girl. I just hope that one day we won’t have to worry about sticking to the stupid norms just so we don’t get a bad rap as a troubled kid.