Saturday, May 18, 2013

freedom.

There's been a lot of changes in my life the past couple of months, and I know that more are quickly coming. When there are so many uncertainties surrounding you, decisions being made that you have no voice in...you feel trapped.

All of these emotions of ring restrained, uncomfortable, and sad sort of manifested into a focus on my hair. My long, long hair. Suddenly looking at my hair brought rage. It was a symbol of being restrained.

And I needed freedom.

So I had it cut off. All of it, save a few inches on the top of my head. My hairdresser cut off at least 12 inches of hair, and I was able to donate 10 inches of it.

And I felt free.

I no longer cared about what this person or that person thought about me as I hid behind a mass of wild hair. I'm more confident in myself, a quality that was lost years ago.

So, come on World. I'm ready to experience you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wendy:

I was looking for something else when your blog popped up, and you were blogging about your recent hair cut. I don't know you, you don't know me, but I know one thing - your new hair is beautiful, and it really compliments your lovely face! You have a glow of beauty around you that goes to show you are a beautiful person inside, too. Hope you have a great day!