when i was five my mom used to cut my hair in a certain way
and she told me that my hair looks best that way.
my hair didn't matter to me then
it was short, it stayed out of my eyes everything was good.
but as i grew i experimented.
long, short, curly, straight, waves, bob, pony tails.
when i look at the old pictures of me now,
i find myself looking like that five year old with that exact same hair cut.
and i smile.
mother knows best after all.