Back in August I did the unthinkable; I chopped off my hair.
From the very first day I met my hairdresser Ron (circa 2002), he had been trying to get me to cut my tresses. I didn't want to. Like many black girls (don't deny it my sistahs), I was attached to the idea of having long luscious locks. I worked so hard with Ron to get my shoulder-length hair. However, something snapped inside of me over the summer. I was ready for a change. I figured it would be time to try something new. I refuse to go natural or wear a weave, so chopping off my hair was the next best thing to a brand new do. Five months later and I'm still diggin' my hair!