Poppy and I turned a major corner. She turned six months and I cut my hair. Ten inches of hair. As silly as it seems, it wasn't until after the chopping that I truly felt like I could take on this new year. Its no secret that for some reason I have a heavy heart going in to 2015 - for reasons I am completely without.
Yes. Its just hair. But it had begun - in my mind - to define me. I hid behind it and ridiculously, I let it be my definition of beauty. I had had the same long hair since I was 19...and at 29, I finally conquered something weak inside me. And gosh it felt - and still feels - so dang good.
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