While cutting the snakes off I realized two things:
1. Hair is painless to cut off, but carries a lot of emotional attachment/energy. I ACTUALLY CRIED.
2. My hair is REALLY curly.
Twenty months of dreads was probably the craziest trip I’ve ever experienced… most of it completely sober. In that time, I got arrested, went to jail twice, got three jobs, dropped out of school, got accepted to art school, lost friends, gained some, amongst many other personal things, and overall learned more about myself than I ever thought I would.
The bottom picture shows my longest snake, which I’M KEEPING AS A PET and a symbol of how easy it is to cut off all your hard work and your attachment to the past, with a single scissor snip to your head. Figuratively or literally.
Also, the orange bead I put there (as close to the scalp as I could) in the beginning. Yes, it did grow that much!
I can’t explain how bizarre it feels to have normal hair again after so long. It’s like I cut off a limb, but being able to brush my hair makes up for it.
RIP snakes, long live my crazy mane of hair