Let it grow, then let it go.
It's my identifier. It's unpredictable. It's impetuous. It's rambunctious. It's my hair. This autumn, it will be six years since I've had a substantial haircut. After a traumatic experience left me feeling lost and vulnerable, my hair provided a symbolic veil of protection. I grew my own security blanket consisting of a mass of thick long curls that could shield me from the painful target practice. As my hair continued to grow longer, I simultaneously grew stronger. I a