Thursday, December 20, 2012
I chopped off more than a foot of my hair this week. I'm not really sure what to say about it. My hair was the thing that people noticed about me. It was my security blanket when I needed to hide. It reassured me that I was a woman and that I was beautiful. It was always there just in case. It was my singularity and my normalcy.
It needed to go.
So, I sent it to someone who would appreciate it more than I could. Someone for whom it will be a source of hope, not an anchor to tie them down.
I feel more secure, more womanly, and more beautiful than I ever have.