Archivo | abril, 2016

Loveletter to my long hair

25 Abr

Long hair was never been my cup of tea, the last 3 years I spent them complaining of my hair taking forever to dry, getting meshed with everything: from my purse to my jacket zipper, picking into my face and all other sort of problems.

And yet, tomorrow I’m cutting it really short so I can give it to charity and I realized I’m going to miss it. I’ve never admitted it, but my inner child always wanted to have hair hip-long and flashy and pretty. So, for the sake of my secretly loved hair, a love letter.

Dear hair,

I know I’ve not always appreciated you, but I want you to know that I enjoyed the time we spent together. In this years, I learned to accepted you, as you meant for me beauty and strength.

Although I never really did my best to care for you, I did the bare minimum to have you strong and healthy, and you exceeded the expectations in every way, both lenght and shine. You are the best hair I’ve had, since I was a little girl and had it super short.

I know I will miss you because I’m doing it now, I’m wondering what I will do when I wash you and how on earth I’m going to tie the rest of it. I feel like crying every time I think about it, and I’m sure I’ll shed a tear.

Time has come to say goodbye. I learned to accept my own beauty thanks to you, you mean love and beauty and I know someone out there need you too. You can so much more to someone else: someone who has lost faith and needs courage to even look into the mirror again.

I’d like you to give such superpowers to that person, while I thank you to give them to me. Funnily enough, the day I decided to give you up and set day and time to cut it, was the day I decided to turnaround my life and do what I truly want to do, no matter what. It’s my time to let go of old patterns and begin new ones, and so for you.

I still don’t know what the future will bring, but be sure I let you go with love and thank you for everything you brought to my life.

Light and love,


Maybe I’ll get some pictures tomorrow, or a tiny braid. I’d like that.