This weekend I had an epiphany. I was going to happy hour with my girlfriends and the outfit I was wearing I visioned with shorter hair than I had. Short, choppy, flirty, flowy hair. So I took out the kitchen scissors and chopped. If you follow me on Instagram you already know I had a Britney moment. Except with scissors, not a razor, didn’t shave my whole head and just cut off 12 inches. After I cut my hair, which has been down to my hip bones for my entire life, I felt AMAZING. Kind of like I just won the lottery, all that joy minus all that money. Since I am no expert in haircutting, I went out that night and the next day I had my good friend Lindsay, who is a professional, chop an extra four inches. Altogether I took off 16 inches and now weigh like, 30 pounds less. Totally kidding but wouldn’t that be nice! Anyway, Lindsay evened it out. With my new hair I feel like a new wo(man), especially in my baseball tee, baggy boyfriend jeans and sneaker wedges. Actually you can now call me Bob. Hashtag short hair don’t care!
Not everyone will understand your journey. That’s fine. It’s not their journey to make sense of. It’s yours.