Trust your instincts.

And never let anyone make you feel bad for being right. Always do the right thing, even if it means you will have no friends and society will ostracize you. At least you'll be able to sleep at night.
People always ask me about the time when I shaved my head and I suppose this is as good of a time as any to explain.
I shaved my head in the September of 2007. It was something I had always wanted to do, and when I got into Governor's School (where it's basically a requirement to shave your head) I figured it was the perfect time. Everyone is always wondering if I did it because I'm a lesbian, and the answer is firmly no. I think it's ironic that being a lesbian is associated with pillaging your hair.
People also assumed that maybe I had a relative that had cancer or that I was sick or something, but once the truth came out that I did it purely for the sake of doing it, the harassment begin. I never lied. People would come up and ask me "why did you do that?" And I could have lied to protect myself, but I would say, "Because I wanted to."
I have a history of harassing my hair. There was a point in my life when I dyed my hair black once a week, blow dried it every day, and back combed it. Than I topped it all off with pounds of Aqua Net. I'm sorry, ozone layer.
I've had horrible bleached white hair (more yellow actually), I've had every color known to man in my hair at one point, and sometimes all together.
I always had ridiculously long lustrous hair before that. My mother compared the color to fairy gold. When I started to obsess over my body image and feel like I was coming under scrutiny, my hair was the first to suffer. One night I locked myself in the bathroom and cut off all my hair. Badly. Our bathroom door is still broken from my mom and sister removing the handle in order to get in. Thus begin the hair odyssey. Since that night about 2 or 3 years ago my hair has never been past shoulder length (until now! it's getting there!)
I've always had this need for people to see me. To REALLY see me, and how is that possible when you're hiding behind lengths of hair? Hair is also the number one feminine feature, I dare say even over breasts and the obvious. An ugly face is usually forgiven if it is hidden behind a gorgeous mane. Rarely do supermodels, or women identified for their beauty have short hair, and if they do, they are usually more popular among the more progressive among us than the masses (Agyness Deyn comes to mind).
I suppose senior year is supposed to be one of the greatest years of your life. Finally you get to lord over all of your peers, you get to leave school early, prom, all of those inane school activities catered to those about to enter the world.
Instead it was one of the worst years of my life. I have never experienced the level of hate I did that year. People are truly scared of things they don't understand, even silly things such as a hairless girl. Get out the stake, burn the witch. The most 'beautiful' (open to interpretation) girl at Kempsville, the one all the guys had their tongues on the floor over, had extensions. Blond horrible ones. That's how desperate the situation was.
To top it all off senior year was the year my face decided to explode with acne. I had nothing to hide behind. Blissfully, until now, I don't think I really realized how awful it was. I was too busy just trying to get through each day. There is a conspicuous lack of pictures of me from that time though, and it scares me a little. I feel like I completely lost connection with myself.
Still, looking back I don't think I would change a thing. It's like when I shaved my hair off I opened up a curtain. I caught a glimpse of how truly ugly and scared and close minded the general population is. I realized how strong I was. I might have cried almost every day but I got through it. I also realize how STUPID it was. The fact that I was almost broken by people who hated me because I had no hair. Is this really what we have been reduced to? A society who feeds off of beautiful things, who worships the dead follicles sprouting forth from our scalps?