Ma never wanted me to cut my hair, even in mourning. I know she wouldn’t like me cutting it for her, even though the cut makes me look like I’m more clone than daughter. o_O
Thing is, I kinda like it like this.
I didn’t think I would like it. I thought I would burn it straight till it grew out enough to gel down to my head but here’s the thing: It looks GOOD short and curly despite me looking in the mirror and seeing Ma.
It’s still me. I’ve always been me.
I miss her but I hope she doesn’t mind if I keep my hair short for awhile. I miss the long hair (mainly when I brush my neck because that hurts like hell), and I’ll let it grow back eventually. But I’m happy this way. 🙂
I love you Ma. But I gotta be me; every crazy assed bit of it. XD