Two years ago I had insanely long hair, then I had the pregnancy from hell which resulted in the postpartum “experience” from the same place. A few days before Christmas I cut all of my hair off in a fit of rage – it had to go, I did what had to be done. I decided to just get it over with – stop torturing myself as I kept attempting to fix DIY gone-awry over and over again – just cut it off.
It was kind of terrifying, but it was amazing. And then something interesting happened: for the first time in years I started to feel like myself again. I started being able to regain feeling all of the little nuances of myself, the little things that made me feel unique, the things that I thought had been erased by the reality that I had come to accept and the trauma that brought me there. It reminded me that I am still alive, and I’ve still got so much more awesome ahead of me.
Everything is going to be okay… I really mean that.
I know. It is just a haircut. But you know what? It makes me ridiculously happy, and that is awesome.
… we can talk about the blonding later. Oh yes, the blonding is epic. Dammit.