As I allowed myself to become consumed by vintage films, photographs and the like, I found myself really dreading my way too long locks and just couldn’t help but feel envious over the silent film stars of the past. Now, i had grown my hair out with vintage style intentions, but my very hectic mom life proved that it was just far too difficult to actually keep up that look, and my hair spent most of the last 2 years in a very ugly bun. Not the least stylish at all. I don’t know if it was impulse, or the new year vibes or just months of hating my frizzy, tangled nest on my head, but I said I am doing this. I literally walked across the street minutes after and had it all chopped off. I went through the periods of grief, denial, regret, depression…but now here we are 3 days later and I actually feel like this was the perfect way to begin my year. Whether I will keep it is unsure, but I do feel like this was the best thing I could have done for my self esteem. Long hair can feel like a security blanket, and I did tell myself I was going to stop being a comfortable baby this year.