A visit to Ryan

I have short hair, and I love it.  I love how easy it is to fix.  I love when I see another woman with short hair and I see her as confident, happy, and outgoing, all things I want to be. And I love thinking that people might see me that way too.

As much as I love having short hair, it doesn't always love me.  What I mean is, my face is too round, I look like a boy, and my hair line is way too long in the back (ensuring I get to trim my neck at least once a week). 

Yesterday, Addi walked into the kitchen, looked at me, and said, "Mommy, you need to shave your back."  Then walked out of the room.

I stood there for a full 10 seconds, trying to figure out when exactly I started growing back hair, before I realized she meant my neck hair.  And that gave me my fourth reason on why I should grow my hair out - that the next time she says something like that, it might be in public.