I am currently trying to decipher my intense attachment to my hair. Without product, it slightly resembles a dust bunny, straightened it looks somewhat like a broom but I have this unnatural fear of cutting it. It has been the same since about grade 10, that is more than a few long years ago. It is trimmed once a year, if that. I am a hairdressers worst nightmare. I typically can be found with it knotted up in an elastic. It has never been too short to go in an elastic, ever. After some life altering events in 2010, I vowed that this was going to be my year to grow and change and become a better me. I have so far failed miserably, a good indication of that is the fact that I am still eating ice cream while watching the Biggest Loser... I want a change and have talked about doing something to the colour of my hair. This to me is not scary, as it has been every colour under the sun. Now I am getting pressure from some very dear coworkers and my superhero to chop it all off. To just do it... To change, to jump start the "year of me". I am petrified. I have found an edgy short cut, I have found a great edgy colour... all which would embody the inner "free spirit" wanting to get out. I know that this is a much better option than getting even more tattoos, however I am more inclined to permanently ink my body than cut my hair... I have some serious issues! My hair is a security blanket of sorts, from what I am not too sure. I am not one to easily let go of security blankets, good examples are my actual 32 year old security blanket tucked in my closet and my hoodies that I wear everyday until the temperature hits about +25. I know what I am hiding with my hoodie, I know what I am holding onto with my blanket, but for the life of me I cannot figure out what I am holding onto or hiding with my hair. I thought writing this out would help me figure things out, I am even more confused now. Soul searching sucks.... Maybe I just need to close my eyes and jump, hair grows back after all.....
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