When You Want to Stop Trying to Be Like Your Dad

I don’t think my beard is my dad’s.

I don.

I was a little boy when I was introduced to my first haircut.

It was a cut with a straight razor that I had to try on.

It felt like a step-child haircut, but it also had a certain sort of masculinity to it.

I remember looking at my mom and saying, “Mom, I’m going to try this cut on my hair, and it’s going to be different than my dad.”

It was such a liberating experience.

It opened up a whole new world of possibilities.

And now, with the beard, I can look at it and see the world as I am, instead of as someone who is trying to conform to a narrow, stereotypical version of the male ideal.

I grew up in a family that was both male and female, and I remember having to do a whole lot of self-scrutiny to make sure I was really what my father was looking for.

It is not easy for me to grow a beard, but I’ve learned to do it, and with time, I’ve also grown to appreciate the beauty of it.

Read moreI can’t be alone in my belief that being a man is a choice.

That the only thing that’s truly important is being a good man, and being one that is authentic to yourself, and to the world.

But the more I have grown up, the more my own beard has become a part of my identity, and that’s something that I really cherish.

I can’t say that I can say, “I’m going with this style,” or “I think this is the way I want to be,” because I don: I want a beard.

I want the look that makes me feel like I belong in this world.

It’s something I have to put on.

But it’s also something I can put on at the same time as it becomes a part, a part that is part of who I am.

I am now in my 40s, and my beard has gotten longer and longer, so I have been slowly getting into my own hair styles, but my beard still is my primary hair color.

When I grew it, I was always the guy with long, dark hair.

I thought it was weird that I was still growing it, because I had always been the type of guy who liked to wear his hair down, and have a little bit of hair on the sides.

Now, I don, too.

I still have a long, brown, thick hair that goes down past my chin.

I’m not a man who likes to shave, but there are a lot of things that I love about my beard.

It has a certain kind of beauty that I like to share with people, and when I am out in public, I do things that are fun, and people can take it in a positive light, even if it is a bit weird.

I don’t see myself as an artist.

I just like to do the things I want and have fun with it.

And I do enjoy the whole art of being a beard: making friends, and the social experience of being around people who look like me.

But my favorite part about my manhood is still the fact that I get to wear it.

For me, it is something that’s my identity.

I love being able to express myself with my beard, and be a part in a community that celebrates my masculinity, and in that community, my beard will be celebrated.

It will be appreciated.

It can be part of me.

It may be part that I have always had.