Hair Today

This morning I had hair so long that it reached the middle of my back. I finally went for a trim and knew the stylist was right when she told me the ends were in bad shape. She said I could grow my hair as long as I liked, but if I also wanted it to be beautiful, we would first need to remove the ends and start again. She took off 3 inches, gave it a sexy swing and I left happy.

Part of me wanted to hold on to the length, ratty ends and all. It had become symbolic in a way, of a transformation from a self in which I was stuck, to a self that is becoming free. But it's still long, just healthier now, and able to grow even faster than before.