I don't know who had said what,I just remember being super happy. I felt brave. I had been contemplating cutting my hair for years but had never got round to it. I didn't know if I could let go of the hair after growing it for so long, what if I don't like it, what if I don't look nice? 😄. What if I look like a boy? I had so many thoughts. Then on a Friday like this one, a day before one of my friends' wedding, I went to my little brother's salon with a picture and said ,"I've come to cut this hair"
I smiled the entire time. I remember feeling like something significant was happening for me. I was being brave. I was moving forward. I cut the hair.