My Life As A U2 Song
Marissa Ginsberg
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My mom kept me in this horrible bob up until she died. I didn’t cut my hair for 8 years after that (aside from occasional clean up cuts by my dads barber….) I was determined to get my hair to reach the floor. I consciously did it to rebel against her, in my head saying “ha-ha you can’t stop me!”. I haven’t thought about it in a while. After reading this I think I realize I was also trying to feel or find some feeling that I had lost. I’m with ya sister. Thanks for sharing this ❤