Today as we entered a store:
India: Momma, I want to hold something beautiful.
Me: Ya, Indie. Me too.
I stood in front of my mirror for a long time. Tonight, I want to cut off all of my hair - take a great big handful and cut it right to the skull. I’m tired of being pretty, of trying to be pretty, of wanting to be pretty, of worrying about being pretty. I would like to learn to move through the world as a soul. If I ever marry again, it will be to a man who will help shave my hair off so that I might find if there is anything beautiful to hold under that prettiness.
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