Four years ago I had a secret. I was going through a divorce and I found out I was sick. I was already trying to move on with my life, fix my kids and the constant "are you okay?" "Do you need anything?" was at times a little much. So I kept the sickness to myself. I didn't want to have more people feeling sorry for me or get any special attention. But then the hair started to fall out! So I walked into the salon and looked at my stylist (who is also a very good friend) and said "LET'S CUT IT OFF!" She was shocked and tried to talk me out of it, but I wasn't going to be happy til she did it.
I will never forget that day, because even though I had my face of "no fear" on, I was falling apart inside. As she starting cutting away, chunks of hair fell out each time she pulled sections. She looked at me in the mirror and started to say something, but I asked her to just keep cutting. I felt awful as she obviously knew and tears started falling down her face as she cut. No words were spoke until she was done and I stood up, gave her a hug and thanked her for what she had just done even though it was so hard for both of us.
Why am I telling you this? Because I have spent the last 4 years growing my hair out, wanting looonnnngggg locks, being beautiful, alive and to never live that memory of that time in my life again! Stupid huh? Yes, Yes it is! I look stupid with long hair! It's thin, flat and dumb.
So after four years, losing over 25 pounds, healthy, but still not feeling like me, I decided to cut my hair off again! Not as short as then, but I'm rocking it out! And guess what? There wasn't anything painful about it! After all, it's just hair! :)
Live, Laugh, Love
Lady Buck$
