Strength. Confidence. Bravery.

Two weeks ago I cut 24 inches off my hair. Basically – all of it.

And as that hair fell to the ground, so did expectation. Fear. Security. The idea of what “beautiful” could mean for me.

And what emerged – like a butterfly from a cocoon was bravery, strength and confidence. Things that had always been there – but couldn’t fully come into their power until the veil was lifted.

It’s a crazy experience cutting all of your hair off as a woman. It’s like peeling back layers of an onion that you didn’t even know existed – to discover things about yourself you never knew.

Off to my first trim – because holy crap short hair grows fast!

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