I CUT MY HAIR OFF
We have all seen those intensely controversial scenes in movies and tv shows where a haircut signifies a major shift in the characters emotional state. Those scenes that unfold where a women is depicted having an emotional breakdown, taking scissors to her own hair in an episode of rage or depression. Accompanied with sad or dramatic music, facing a mirror, tears running down her face and her expression drowning in self hate. Something I’ve only ever seen on a screen shockingly made an appearance in my own life. Never thought I would live out this exact scene at 3am on Sunday morning. Reflecting upon the whole ordeal now, I have myself thinking, was this all just a time bomb waiting to explode? Was there a deeper meaning to it all? Not just the fact that I was heavily drunk and had no whits about me. Was this build up of emotion and anger meant to find its way out of my body? Right now I’m saying yes to all of the above and for some reason don’t regret it at all. It has catalysed new beginnings, initiating an awakening within myself, as well as a new way of viewing my surroundings, the world and others.