The pic is me at a wedding with my hair, it looked pretty cute. It's not very clear one, but you can see my hair is short. This pic was taken a week after my Big-C.
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Monday May 4,2009 I finally I chopped off the straight- damaged hair. Deciding to let go of the old dysfunctional relationship that I had with her, "I named her Promise", and start fresh. It's about 2-2 1/2 inches of soft, coily glorious curls. I asked myself, as I ran my hair through my liberated mane, "Why did you take so long to let go of the old, and embrace the new?". I guess it's like any dysfunctional relationship, you know you need to let it go, but you have come so accustomed to it, you just are too afraid to cut your losses and move on. I guess it's fear, fear of the unknown. But "Promise" has assured me that everything will be okay and I believe her because she has never lied to me before.
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