June 2012I am not sure why I cut my hair. Maybe it was because...

June 2012

I am not sure why I cut my hair. Maybe it was because Ana was buried in a wig other women cut their hair to make and I wanted to make the same donation because what else could I do? Maybe it was because I told myself that overweight people should not have short hair and I held off this cute haircut until I was thinner, and I never got thinner, so fuck it. Maybe it was because I told myself I needed my long hair to be beautiful and I wanted to either prove myself wrong, or right. Maybe I just needed something ceremonious to mark all this change: my father moved to Florida, I was in the midst of planning a major book tour, trying to pave a way to make a living as an artist, having my boyfriend just move to my city while making all the preparations to live alone on the road for three months, I don’t know why. But I cut it. And I changed. I shed something.