I grew it out for four years — the entirety of college — to more than three feet long. Living with that length was manageable, but irritating. At its longest, my hair would get caught in shirt buttons, zippers, and things as I walked by. Buns gave me headaches after a few minutes, so a simple braid became the only hairstyle I could wear. I went through shampoo and conditioner quickly and the hair in my drains and in the corners of my apartment started getting more and more annoying. But having long hair made me recognizable, memorable, and earned me a lot of compliments, so I still held on. Then, right after I graduated from college, it finally felt like enough was enough.