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#24 chopped.

When I was in my last semester of collage I chopped off almost a foot and a half of hair. It was the first time in my memory I’d had a dramatic hair cut. I went from being able to tickle my own bottom to barely being able to get it in a ponytail.

It was an odd experience in letting go of attachment. A lot of my idea of how I was feminine was tied into the long golden locks.

And then it wasn’t. Since then I’ve donated hair two more times.

Which has me wondering, what else I could let go of.