Ten years ago, I cut my hair similarly short. I hated it. I frantically died it a dark reddish color, made myself up and put on a new dress in attempt to make myself feel better. It was to no avail, and I wept over my shorn locks. My dad found me sad in my room and in an effort to comfort me said, "Emily, you will always be beautiful and it isn't your hair. It's just that you're wearing too much makeup." That put the smile back on my face.

Here's the new do. I'm happy with it. Hello 30 second hair.

Excuse Camille for trying to expose her belly button.