I used to have long hair. I loved it. I could get up in the morning and put it up in a ponytail or one of those messy bun things. I could braid it, I could curl it, I could straighten it. When I got cut, and had to go short, I missed my long hair and somehow managed to convince myself that I missed the ponytails and braids and all the other options, thus creating some sort of disdain for my short locks. the other crazy and ridiculous reason I missed my long hair, was because I always imagined myself as a bride with my long flowing locks. I typed that with one hand over my eyes while shaking my head at myself.