ugh.

So I knew this time would come...the time where the feeling of remorse becomes a little overbearing. So I know I should just be doing this for me...but the thought of what other people are thinking of my hair keeps coming over me. Especially since this past year I've never really had to waste mind space thinking about it because my hair has been perfect thus far. Main reason? MEN. I love me some men...and men love them some hair. Unfortunately. But men are, or atleast should be, the least of my worries. Also, this BC (big cut) just adds to the list of my many insecurities. My teeth, my under bite, my chubby face, the road map my son left behind, some tattoos I wish I could remove, my discolored skin due to high levels of hormones in birth control. Really the list could go on & on if I just sat in the mirror and studied a little bit longer but if I look at myself too long, I start to feel disappointed. Not only is this journey about my hair, but it is also about my mind, body and spirit. As crazy as it may sound, and I know I sound crazy. I'm just not all the way there mentally. If I'm going to be healthy I have to be healthy in all aspects of my life, not just my hair.

Luckily I have a wig that looks just like my original hair until I start to feel comfortable. The next best thing is micros because Im not too crazy about wigs...especially at my age.