Your quest for hair in­spi­ra­tion stops here.

ELLE (Canada) - - Beauty -


LONG STORY SHORT On a whim last spring, I de­cided to keep track of my hair­styles for a week.

On Mon­day, my shoul­der-length hair was pulled into a bun. Tues­day, same. Wed­nes­day? A bun with a heap­ing of dry sham­poo. By Fri­day, my hair still hadn’t been let out of its bobby-pin trap and I was get­ting rest­less. “What’s the point of hav­ing long hair if I can’t be both­ered?” I thought as I stared into the mir­ror. I’ve al­ways loved tak­ing risks with my hair, but I was in a rut. A switch flipped. As if hyp­no­tized, I soon found my­self scrolling through a Tum­blr ac­count called “For the Girls Who Yearn for Shorter Hair” and Googling pho­tos of Ruby Rose like my life de­pended on it. Within days, I’d booked an ap­point­ment at a sa­lon that could eas­ily be mis­taken for a grungy tat­too par­lour, hop­ing its edge would rub off on my hair.

The hum of the elec­tric ra­zor against my scalp gave me an adrenalin rush. Inches of hair fell to the ground, and I felt deliri­ously thrilled by the process. Forty-five min­utes after

show­ing the stylist a photo of a model who looked like Tin­ker Bell crossed with Mi­ley, I had buzzed sides and a messy, asym­met­ri­cal bouf­fant on top. On the walk home, I shame­lessly caught my re­flec­tion in ev­ery pos­si­ble sur­face, feel­ing free and pretty pleased with my­self. I ex­pected strangers on the street to con­grat­u­late me on my trans­for­ma­tion. That evening, I threw a rau­cous party; my new hair was the sur­prise guest.

My new look has re­quired new wardrobe choices. I’ve racked up an im­pres­sive amount of black cloth­ing, and the men’s sec­tion holds new ap­peal. My closet holds less frilly vin­tage and more Alexan­der Wang. A swipe of dark lip­stick packs twice the punch it used to. I love the new places this hair­style takes me.

Cut­ting my hair short hasn’t given me more con­fi­dence; rather, it de­mands it in re­turn. In those vul­ner­a­ble mo­ments, when I want to slip back into pretty beach waves or hide a pim­ple on my cheek with a side part, my con­fi­dence has to step it up. (My trick is to re­call that mo­ment in the stylist’s chair, when I felt a mix of amaze­ment and joy at the un­fa­mil­iar re­sult.)

As the dreaded grow-out phase looms, I won­der where I’ll find my next hair thrill. A plat­inum shade, ex­ten­sions or some kind of plumage? I have ab­so­lutely no idea what I’ll look like this time next year, and that’s part of the ex­cite­ment. I’m a work in (cre­ative) process. LIZ GUBER

A photo on a Tum­blr ac­count fea­tur­ing girls with short hair (right) drove work­flow ed­i­tor Liz to buzz hers off.

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