Yup, you got it - it's off, been chopped. I may or may not look like Audrey Hepburn gone soccer-mom, it depends on who you ask. It's ok, it's lovely as long as my boyfriend keeps telling me I remind him of Emma Watson - I mean, I love Hermione, a girl could do worse!
If you're a girl, you may feel this way - admittedly, it's a little vain - but I've always tried to communicate a piece of who I am, what I believe, what I'm like, by my hair style. "Lovely and gamine" according to my friend Kurt - (don't worry, I had to google that one too) and for me, having short hair, though not a hard and fast rule, is about versatility - I can be a woman, but not helpless, I like being brave and vulnerable. I don't have to fuss over locks and curls every morning - I can work like a man and walk like a woman. I were a lot of hats, and I find myself in many different places - "metaphorical hats", if you will.
Most days I'm an office girl - I have heels and a pencil skirt - and four hours later I'm wrestling on the carpet with two little boys, ripping holes in my cords, playing pirates and having wooden spoon wars, then it's off to the coffee shop - brown stains everywhere, delicious aromas, spilling day old milk over my shoes and swabbing the latrines at close (longest run-on sentence for the win!). Next, you'll find me with a mouth full of pins leaning over the latest wedding design fending off loose threads that stick to my leggings like leeches. The day is punctuated with phone calls from bffs, walks with Micah and silent prayers. I love it.