this morning #1239.

this morning, a whim & a moment of manic energy led to me shaving off my formerly-glorious head of hair. the whole head. fully shorn. there it was, a spiritual shedding unceremoniously piled up in a trash can in the corner of my bedroom. mom’s totally going to freak when she sees this. i’m sure of it. i mean, she freaks out about EVERYTHING but this will be a whole new level. good. let her freak. this isn’t about her. it’s about me. my body. my choice. right? up until now, that just hasn’t been the case. it’s not like there was anything wrong with my hair. i just looked in the mirror, decided it was time for change. it’s my choice to make. no need for a certain parent to get her panties in a bunch over it.