I had short hair nearly all my life. One rebellious period in there for about 5 years in my teenagehood in the 70s saw me with long tresses — but having short hair had defined me for so long it was ridiculous. In my 50s I grew mine out and discovered — as you did — the feel of Real Me. I think over all its less about the length of your hair but finding out who you really are with your appearance. When you look in the mirror and recognize yourself finally or move through your day and know that you found a piece of your puzzle that finally fits your life which before hand really had not. And really — fuck anyone else who has an opinion about who you really are. YOU get to decide all that shit. That’s the beauty of life. Happy Hair!