a year ago, in what i thought was a particularly ballsy, provocative move, i had my hair cut off.
and the family foward cheered!
because my father thinks long hair makes beautiful women look horsey like princess anne and my mother always finds my features are at their best in the wake of brutalizing dramatic change.
so here we are a year later. please note: an entire year has passed.
and only now does my mother point out that, at the ripe old age of 29, i have arrived at the exact same hair i had at the age of 2.