My hair was almost down to my butt and now it’s laying just above my bra strap (clarification: on my back not shoulders) and I can’t reconcile in my head that this is still long and that I still have hair on my head because maybe everything else in my life is going decent, actually no it’s going pretty fantastic, and we all need something to complain and whine and moan about so the fact that little children won’t point at me and call me Tangled right now is the emotional instability I can hold onto.

But for real- if I were Samson I too would break down buildings if someone cut all my hair off. NO LIE.