#changing myself

My mom was a tiny lady her entire life. After some trauma.. she packed on the pounds and they never fell off. 

She did her best with diet drinks, walking, and my favorite... 1980s workouts via record player. There was a paper fold out that explained the exercise and prompts in between the music saying what to do next.  Even now I do a lunge to “Funky Town” 

Step #2 to evolving a daisy... Exercise. For heart health and losing weight. I will succeed where my mom sadly failed... repeatedly.

1. Being that I've never been to a hair salon/hair dressers before, I've always had a family member do simple cuts or trims, so going to a place and putting trust in other people is quite new.

And 2. Because this is the shortest I've gone yet, I'm nervous that it won't suit me or my hair won't take to it right. I have to remind myself that hair grows and I'll only have to deal with for about a year before it grows any actual proper length to it.

I'm kind of happy I'm getting rid of most of my hair, it's in the way and how it is now and how I normally have it, just doesn't feel like me anymore. People grow and they change in many different ways, I just hope I'm changing in the right direction this time, and maybe I'll find more than just a simple haircut; maybe I'll find my body as a home for once.