this morning #367.

this morning, as she tried to run her fingers through the tangles in her luscious locks, she was beginning to warm up to the idea of giving her noggin the ol’ one-two buzz. in addition to its consistent unwieldiness, her fire-red hair had seemingly come to define her. it was as if all she had to do was shed it & all sorts of possibilities would instantly open up. she’d done it once before, back in high school. that was then & this is now & now it’d be more about living her truth than acting on a dare. she opened up a photo album & tried to do some age progression on that naïve teen. the shape of her skull was fine. her body had since filled out. it was obvious to her. it was a choice she could live with.