I Cut My Hair

I cut my hair and that is always a milepost. I can always look back and know what the year was like based on what length and style my hair was. Last year, right around May 10th or so, I got a gnarly bad haircut that brought me close to tears and I had it fixed by a lovely woman named Snow who made it hip and edgy. She did all this on a Friday night at 8:00 and it blessed my life. And that haircut made a difference in how the entire year, and possibly all the time up till now turned out. I learned when I was 16 that as a woman a significant portion of my life would always be inextricably tangled up in what kind of hair covered my head. Boys like blonds with long hair, so I chopped all of mine off. It took me a lot of personal growth to let it grow back and accept my own head, and along with, the fear of being dangerous that has been written on my soul.