I am NOT defined by my hair

So for years I have had this thing where every few years I'd let my hair grow as long as I can possibly get it and then I'd cut it completely off... sometimes styled in a red bob, shoulder length blond or other times completely low like a boy's cut in black. My mom always taught me the art of reinvention; keeping yourself looking fresh and new (never boring and dull) by trying new looks, styles and color in hair, makeup, clothes, etc.

Hair for me was never something I held on to because it was just that, hair. I was never taught to let it be the main focus of my appearance. Even being apart of the entertainment industry (in which appearances are important) never made me afraid to change my look. I was often almost cocky in my approach thinking, "if they want ME they will take me as is". My talent IS my talent, it's not defined in some weird "Samson hair power" strength.

Most recently I cut my hair really short again and a fellow colleague commented "but how will you find work as an actress?". While it's true you should establish a trademark look for yourself to receive work and recognition, why should cutting my hair be some cardinal sin? In this day in age where wigs and weaves are the rave why would I hold on to something as frivolous as hair?

Someone else asked "why would a Spanish girl like you cut all that pretty hair off?" Do my sheared locks now make me an unattractive Latina? Or if I were (enter ethnicity here) would that deem my hair to be undesirable and cut worthy? SMDH (scratching my damn head)!!!

Hair means NOTHING to me; so much so that I've stated time and time again if a friend or loved one were diagnosed with cancer I'd shave my head and proudly wear it bald in support.

Outside appearances mean nothing! When all of that is gone what you have left is who you are as a person on the inside; an ugly personality is much harder to hide and change than hair!