I was wondering, and I thought I'd share it with you guys. When I was a kid, I had short hair and I was often mistaken for a boy. Even I considered myself a boy until puberty started. I had all the hobbies and the mindset that boys had. I hated all the too feminine clothes, and I saw no point in growing my hair, and I was genuinely sure that one day I'd just become a boy, and be like all my good friends were. Obviously that day didn't come, and I realised that my mother didn't like my hair. I remember her threathening me with cutting down all of it if I won't stop resisting growing it. So I gave in, and from the age of eleven I didn't have any major haircut for a long time. But I had a lot of thoughts about being 'wrong' or being 'different' than the other girls, and I started to think, that in order to be accepted I should fit in and be like them. So I just really lost myself. Not because of the hair itself, but because of what it symbolised. I was ashamed of myself and I thought that I was hiding a secret that I cannot talk about to anybody. My mother was happy because I became 'normal' like the other girls. And I was frustrated and afraid of what was wrong with me. I started to dress more feminine too (no skirts though). Years went by and I finally became comfortable in my body, and the be honest I'm still pretty much like being a woman. For a long long time I had this very feminine long hair, which looked really pretty and I looked really feminine as well. Guys started to hit on me, which was totally shocking to me. However, by that time I managed to force myself to forget my sexual orientation. So I was just very confused, because I sure looked like any other pretty girls but I felt nothing about guys. No attraction, no romantic feelings, nothing in reality. By this time I was about twenty years old and very out of place. Through a very long process I managed to accept that what if I was bisexual... that's where my journey restarted itself and I could start to realise who I was. Even though, I was never bisexual, it was still a huge step in accepting my deep love for women. I was even in a relationship with a guy, and it lasted more than half a year. Never had sex with him though, I couldn't bring myself to do that. However, I was in a 'normal', 'socially acceptable' relationship, and it did feel good for a while. Not the intimate part, but it felt good to be accepted by people. Or ignored by people, because I was just part of one of the many hetero couples. This relationship was destined to come to end of course, and I found myself knowing a little bit more about me and stopped lying to myself. And when I had my hair cut short, a lot of feelings came back from somewhere forgotten. Feelings of being courageous and self-confident, mischievous. Myself. I connected myself back to who I was in my most pure period of life, and I was overjoyed to be able to discover me again. And I still am. I don't even like to put myself in any stereotypes, I'd like to think that I am who I am. Sometimes I look femme, sometimes tomboy. But the hair, that stays short. I don't know if you can relate or not, or you're someone who experienced this or a mother who has concerns. But sharing maybe helps someone. Thank you for reading.