I never really liked my short hair; it never occurred to me that people would want it.

I've never wanted anybody to like me because I had long hair or short hair, or that they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I smile.

I always had short hair, and I hated my short hair. I was always mistaken for a boy, but my mom wouldn't let me change my hair because she was always chasing me around with a hairbrush, and it was always tangled, so she just would cut it off, and she's right: short hair did suit me.

I've never wanted anybody to like me because I had long hair or short hair, or that they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I smile.

Everything goes with short hair. It's bananas.

I've had long hair, I've had short hair, and I've had in between hair... and its all good.