I Chopped off my Hair.

This is the transformation I just made on myself…

I have never done anything like it before. Not only was it the first time I cut my own hair, but it is also the first time I’ve had my hair this short. It’s < an inch. 

I love it.

A big part of why it happened is because of the downward spiral that is being a new parent. Life is hard. It could he harder, I recognize that, but it seems as though our life before this was about as easy as you can take it while still participating in society. So now it feels extra hard.

Among teething children who both cry and are clingy at the same time, and a little tiff with the hubs (we have since made up), AND my PPD isn’t getting better, my coping skills are completely depleted, and I needed to do SOMETHING. 

The extreme amount of apathy I felt in that moment required release; something dramatic without major consequence. 

So this was it.

And I love it.

Goddamn it feels good. 

Though, my head isn’t used to it. It feels like my hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail. I try to swing it sometimes, but there isn’t anything there. It’s very weird. I like it.

Tomorrow, or sometime soon, I’m gonna get it touched up with a professional. It’s pretty awesome.