Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall, Does Anybody Really Care How Anybody Else Looks?

    Well, I'll now admit that the other day I felt just the weensiest bit - well, not worried, exactly, but just wondering how it would be negotiating the world - or, at least, my little corner of the world - as a woman with a buzz cut. 
    Now, last time I was on the Camino it was common enough to see a girl sporting a buzz or semi-buzz, and I can't even say for sure that I've never before seen a woman with a buzz around Gahanna, Ohio.  I'd just never before seen one in the mirror .
    And so upon my return  from Jerry's Barber Shop (see yesterday's post)  I found myself staring and staring and staring at myself in the mirror, trying to wrap my head around my head.  I wondered if the sight of my hair - or rather my lack of hair -  would make me seem strange to other people.  I wondered if it would make my piano students uncomfortable.
   I was starting to feel twinges of buzz-cut remorse.
   Still,  without or without hair life had to go on and so I sucked in my gut and headed out to Krogers for my maiden voyage in my Army Ranger Girl look.
    The store was crowded and as I roamed  the aisles I was constantly glancing left and right to measure people's reactions. 
    Except that nobody was having any.  Nobody was staring at or looking at, or even noticing me.  The cashier at the checkout gave me not a second glance, or even a first.  It's as if I look normal, I thought, and then realized that I probably did.
    As for my piano students and their parents, much to my surprise I was offered the normal polite compliments one is normally offered when one shows up with a normal new haircut. 
      My husband likes my cut.  My son and daughter say it looks really nice.
    A young woman working the desk at the Y told me the cut looked beautiful on me.  Actually, several people have.
    And of course I realize that people may be telling me I look good not because I actually do but because they care about my feelings.  But then isn't a compliment offered because someone cares about you just as good as -no, even better than - a compliment offered because of how you look?
    Anyway, now freed from any anxiety over what over people might think of my haircut - because, much to my relief, nobody thinks anything of it - I can say that it's liberating, physically - it does feel wonderful - and mentally.
    I suggest that every woman try rocking a buzz cut at least once.  You'll know what I mean.