hair is just hair...but is it

i find it very interesting how people tend to define ones identity based on the way we wear our hair. if it's to short - you are butch. if it's too long - you are a femme. i just cut my hair and had an emotional/spiritual journey.
my hair ohhh my hair
since i can remember i've always had a weird relationship with my hair. my parents didn't cut my hair until i was seven years old. i was so excited to finally turn seven so i can cut my hair. when i was in elementary school i won a raffle, mind you i hardly ever win raffles but i won this one and it was "a free haircut" yoohooo!!! so mami and i went to the salon. i was kinda nervous just because it was going to be the first time going to a salon to get my hair cut. the hair stylist asked me what i wanted and i told her that i wanted long layers that way i will keep my length and also add volume(like i needed more volume. maybe i did) so the stylist starts cutting and cutting and cutting she just doesn't stop and there it is my very first short haircut. yeah she chop off almost all my hair leaving me with what looked like an 80's mullet. yeah i had a mullet. what is really fucked up is that when i went to school the next day my boyfriend (yeah i had a boyfriend in elementary school) dumped me. he looked at me and said this is not going to work. that's when my hair venture and my fucked up relationship with my hair started.
hair oh hair ohhhh hair
why must you define me so much....