Here it is. I woke up one morning around December 2011 and decided that I was due for a hair trim. I’m not sure why the need to go to the hair salon was so strong that morning, but it was; so I got up, took a shower, had something to eat and headed out to look for a hair salon. When I walked in, the hairdresser asked me what I wanted to do and I said, “Get my hair trimmed.” About an hour later, I sat on the chair and the hairdresser began to chop off huge chunks of my hair. You all know about that ‘trim’ right? I looked at her ‘trim’ and said, “You know what, just cut it all off.” She looked horrified! “What?!” she asked. I repeated my request, “Cut it all off.” I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Initially, I tried to take care of my hair like it was business as usual and my hair was like, “Ummm… what do you think you’re doing?” It’s been just over 6 years since I big chopped and I realise why they call it a journey. I’ve learned so much about myself through the simple act of cutting my hair off. With my hair gone, it was like I was seeing myself for the very first time. I had no hair to distract me. Every morning I looked at myself in the mirror and just saw… me. I’ll admit, it was hard in the beginning. I didn’t think I was beautiful. But every morning I found something new to appreciate and love about my bare face. I finally understood what it meant to “grow to love yourself”. Once you reach that moment of loving yourself, flaws and all, you’re forever changed and no one can take that away from you. When I had very short hair, the people around me were not very supportive. I was told, “You look like a little boy.” But as my hair grew and thrived, they changed their tune. But by then I had already woken up to the fact that I am not my hair. My hair is just another part of me to love. So whenever someone asks me whether they should transition or big chop, I always say what I said to the hairdresser that day. “CHOP IT ALL OFF!” And now you know why.