So I did it. On a Monday, I made the decision to cut my long hair and chopped it off 4 days later. I walked into DiRosa Salon on a Friday and walked out a brand new woman. Short hair don’t care, indeed!
Why the change? I felt my hair was weighing me down – literally. Pair that with the weight of motherhood and Evan constantly yanking my long mane, even when I had it up in a ponytail (which was daily as I don’t have 2 hours to blow dry this big head of hair), and I was ready to rid myself of most of my tresses.
Cutting hair is also symbolic of shedding…something. Whether I was in college and wanted to feel grown and sexy or I needed to shake a man right out of my hair, chopping off my cabello has always been my go-to. Here I am with a cut in my 20s right after a breakup (not with the guy in the pic! That’s my fwend!)
Now I’m 38 with a new baby and fiancé, and I’m at a professional crossroads. Not to mention my health issues. I share some news here on the first Love Bytes. I craved a change I could control – so off with my hair! I love it and I’m so not sorry.