A hair carries so much emotional weight. The first haircut is a significant rite of passage, a milestone for parents to mark off and take a mental note of the passing of time. They might save a lock of hair from their child's head. For the longest, time I wasn't allowed to cut my hair. Legally. It was part of my work and my income, strange indeed. All the angst of the years kept adding up and there was no way to shed them. In Hindu tradition, mundane is a ritual when child's head is shaved to represent the literal and metaphorical shedding of the past. The ultimate result is to gain freedom from the happenings of past - something I longed to do for years.
When I was finally free to do as I wished with my hair, I did nothing. I was scared of a drastic change. But when I was face with deep sadness, it seemed like the only option was to force change upon myself. I ended up chopping over 14 inches off. I was finally free to move forward and leave those years in the past along with my hair. The physical transformation gave me hope in a situation that felt endlessly hopeless.
Thanks to Lindsey Lowe for snapping these shots of me. Visit her Instagram for more captured moments.