Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving

 

It’s gone.

All gone.

I feel like myself again.

Goodbye goal of movie-star curls.

I shall never attempt you again.

My hair just isn’t cut out for it, and neither is my patience.

After my friend cut my hair, she said, “There’s Tasha.”

I’ve been hiding for the last year behind this mountain of hair.

But I’m back.

And it feels so good.