It was either the scissors or the bottle of bleach.
I chose the scissors and it turned into a form of liberation. An emancipation day significant freedom.
It was more than letting the hair go but a shedding of the shackled weight, which was slowly suffocating.
My nostrils of life are slowly allowing in oxygen. Thumbelina is pushing through.
Yelhispressing 
There’s a quote somewhere that a woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.
Here’s to freedom
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Yes, cheers to my being more meaningful in life. Thanks Ameena.
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