Moving Forward

Today, I went into the hair salon, just expecting to take a few inches off.

Initially, Kim (my hairdresser), just started off with it a little above my shoulders.
Something happened in the moment that I looked at it.

I looked at her and said, "Just take it all off. I feel bold, so let's just go with it."

I watched in anticipation, as I slowly watched my hair vanish from my head and onto the floor. Before I knew it, I had an adorable "edgy" bob. My hair hasn't been short since my junior year of high school- almost 3 years.

In that moment, seeing it, I was in complete shock, but loved the new look.
And then I saw it as;
Good bye long hair....
and hello to the new me.
I needed change in my life.
Something to just wake me up and realize that everything's different, but that I'm still me.

I absolutely love my hair.
I feel like it's a step in a positive direction.
I'm hoping from here on now, I can start making some changes.

All the drama- gone. I'm almost 20 years old. I don't want to deal with the drama that happens in high school. If people don't like me, it's simple: Delete me from your life.
If you hate me, noone is MAKING you hate me. Only you are making you hate me. I would know, because I've been hating myself for awhile now. And I'm the ONLY person stopping me from it.
If you honestly hate me that much, then why am I even on your friends list anymore? Just delete me. Simple as that.

Another positive step: I'm going to STOP hating me. I'm going to work on loving myself again. Seeing my positive traits, seeing my inner and outer beauty.

Which brings me to maintaining a good body, but being healthy with it.
Today I saw my friend Katie (yay!) and she told me something that I didn't realize because I was so busy hating myself and just beating myself up.
Apparently at the end of the school year, I was looking unhealthy. I was becoming scrawny, and lost my natural glow. I was lifeless, and wasting away.
I want to stay at a healthy weight, and feel good about my body, but I don't want to do it the wrong way. It might be hard to get use to loving my body the way it is, but I'm hoping I'll get around to it.

I've been dragging myself down too much lately.
It's time for me to be, well, me again.

As my favorite phrase goes;
C'est La Vie.
Such Is Life.

And it's time for me to move forward, and strive to be the best I can be.

I can only make myself stronger, now that I'm picking myself off the concrete, and letting the scrapes from the fall heal.