One morning in early August I woke up and decided I was going to cut my hair off. So I did. 10 inches gone. I had been thinking about doing it for about 2 years but whenever I brought it up people would say “No! Keep it long!” “It won’t look as good short!” “I think you would look better with long hair.” And for 2 years I listened. A lot. To some people hair is just that: hair. It’s dead cells that grow out of your head and you cut/color/curl/ignore. But to others, our hair is our comfort zone, a security blanket, our safety. I had long hair for 18 years, so at that point it was like my arm or foot or something, it’d just always been there. But after 18 years I was sick of it. It was heavy and tangly and stringy and always, without fail, somehow in my way. My 19th year has been a big one, with a lot of change, a lot of learning and a lot of growing. I think I just outgrew my hair. But this is not about dead cells growing out of your head. It’s about knowing when to listen to the world, and when to stop. It’s about choosing what makes you happy. It doesn’t have to be big things. It can be small, seemingly insignificant choices like a hair cut or a hat choice or your favorite band. Every day we unwillingly make small choices for other people. Small sacrifices of who we are and what we want. We lose ourselves piece by piece when we change our outfits because of what our co-workers might say in the break room or quit playing the clarinet because goodness knows what our friends might think. People will always have their opinions to give, whether we ask for them or not. Whether we listen to those opinions is our own conscious decision. After I cut my hair, I got a lot of compliments (thank you by the way) and a few “Why the heck did you do that?”s. But at the end of the day I was happy. I am lighter and more myself than ever before. You can not possibly be everybody’s cup of tea. (hey Kacey Musgraves) “You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.” – Dita Von Teese. We can not please everyone. It’s exhausting, consuming and quite honestly impossible. This is an especially difficult pill to swallow when you’re in middle school or high school and being accepted seems like the most important thing in the entire universe. And even for some grown adults. As human beings we seek acceptance and love. But as human beings we need to step away from this constant endless chase. You are a very unique collection of your own individual experiences and thoughts. Just do what makes ya feel alive, I promise someone will love it. There is nothing more refreshing in this world than someone who is unapologetically themselves.

Ps. If you want to donate your hair but cannot donate to Locks of Love because it is dyed/processed consider donating to Children With Hair Loss. They accept any healthy hair that is at least 8 inches in a pony tail. I just mailed my hair in a regular envelope and somewhere in the world there’s a little girl or boy who needs it much more than I did. Just go to!


Living in a 10×5 box

Living in a 10×5 box

I’ve been showering in flip-flops for 2 weeks and have eaten too much pizza too late at night. I moved my entire life into an approximately 5×10 space and have fallen off my half-lofted twinXL bed twice. Only got lost 48574 times though! Hi college. Living in a dorm is nice because you can literally reach everything you own without ever leaving your bed if you’re agile enough. And it also only takes you about 3.7 minutes to clean your entire room. (We won’t talk about how far away the community bathroom seems when you have to pee at 3 am)


Small desk space featuring essentially my entire life & also a cowbell. (I don’t really do homework here, but I do do my hair and makeup)


This is my bed & my 3 favorites: NYC, OSU and Taylor. (fun fact: the pennant is from the vintage shop Feathers in the Oregon District and is from the 1950s)


It’s usually messier than this I promise. (No typical freshman girl’s dorm room is complete without a twine strand full of pictures on clothes pins)


Yes, that is a succulent. Yes, that is The Shoe.

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The closet space was the biggest sacrifice but you can actually fit a lot more than you think. I miss my walk-in closet but ya gotta do what ya gotta do! And college is worth the lack of clothing space. Under-the-bed storage has also saved my life a lot, especially for shoes.

Last, tips for making friends: keep cashews, chips and pretzels on hand. (not pictured)