Nothing to Hide Behind

So I added the "after" picture below to my last entry. So far, everyone has given me positive feedback. I huffed and mumbled "well, what the hell" right before entering my office this morning. Lucky for me everyone was gathered right near the door and as soon as I walked in I was greeted with gasps and hands in the air with great exclamation. My boss loved it, so did everyone else. I searched their reactions for underlined doubt. I wanted to make sure they weren't just saying that before I accepted the shower of compliments.
"It fits your style", Claudine said.

I guess the thing about the new doo, isn't that it's extremely short and maybe even a little boyish. It's that it's so revealing. I feel naked. I know I always put my hair back, but on those days when I wanted to cover up I always had that hair available to pull down over my face. I could be a little frumpy, a little disheveled and slightly but not entirely askew. Now that my face is my main attraction and my hair is merely an accent; I feel like I have to be on point. I can't get chunky, I can't wear ugly make up, I can't be lazy about what I wear and for some reason....I feel like I can't be an ass hole. Not that I AM an asshole, but I can be a little cut and dry at times. My teenie weenie afro has humbled me, changed me and frankly I also think I'm done with meat.

In this ever evolving journey I've taken since I strayed from my home in California I was searching for who I really am. And as cliche as it sounds, one thing is for sure; I am DEFINITELY not my hair.