Remember what I said at the end of this post? "I definitely need a haircut."
I wanted short hair again, as I've had for most of my life anyway, and short is what I got:
(Maybe one or two centimeters more will have to go so that the fringe is not over my specs all the time. But I'm still getting used to it, and have not yet started to "do" anything with my hair, other than wash and brush it.)
As a little girl, I nearly always had short hair. It was just that much easier to take care of, and my hair has never been good for wearing it long; it is too thin, there is not enough of it, and it's as straight as a bunch of chives. Therefore, my Mum usually made sure it was cut before it could reach any considerable length. A few times, we experimented with me having it grow a bit longer, and I was immensely pleased with myself when it was long enough to wear a little ribbon or barette in them, but then I always played with whatever hair accessory my Mum had given me, until I lost said accessory, which usually ensured my haircut was back to short.
I was a rather wild kid, too; I suppose what you'd call a tomboy. But I HATED it when people thought I was a boy, and spoke to me accordingly. I so wanted to be a beautiful girl with long curly hair, a princess! But it wasn't to be, and I guess I wouldn't have half as much fun as I did have back then if I had been the princess-type of girl I so admired.
Nowadays, I am so completely at home in myself, my hair doesn't matter that much anymore. In 2 years and 2 months, when I'll be 50, I'll try and stop having it dyed. If I like what I look like with grey hair (which first started for me before I was 30), I'll keep it. Watch this space :-D