How To Be Remembered

A few months ago, I got a haircut. It was a pretty impressive haircut, actually. I went from having hair a few inches past my shoulders, to hair that was just past my chin. It was a completely new look. One of my best friends who has known me since 5th grade, didn't recognize me in the hallway at school. Completely dramatic. It was exactly what I was going for. People loved it. I loved it. And fifty years from now, I don't want people to look back and think of me with that haircut.

My super long hair is just so me. For years, people played with, complemented and recognized me by my hair. It would be like someone remembering how I look in a dress and heels, because while I may look fantastic, it would be a shame if no one remembered me in my jeans and converse.

There's a reason why candid photos are always so great and that's because the moments caught in them are completely real. Posed pictures are great and beautiful and I have nothing against them, but candids are always a little more special. I want people to remember the candid me, not the posed me.

It's hard when people are trying so often to change for the world around them. I don't think that it's necessarily a bad thing either. In my case, I loved my haircut and thought it was great. It makes things confusing though, because when you keep changing it's like posing for the whole world. But once you realize people are looking, it's almost impossible to let your guard down.

All I know is that I want to be remembered as that girl with the super long blond hair, who always wore converse and jeans. Well, I want to be remembered for more than that. Things like my personality are important too, but it's a start.

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