To be shaved, or not?

This past Saturday I successfully went and got half of my hair shaved off.

In highschool I was so intent on shaving a patch of my hair off. I was in ballet so I decided against it, having a bun with a shaved patch is not so cute. While here I saw someone with a small piece of there hair shaved and I fell in love all over again. I didn't want to get my hair shaved to be different or rebel or look cool. I wanted it to mean something. While in class Abba started talking to me about marking myself as I go into this new season, so when people ask why I cut it I can explain fully. With that, I decided to shave it. I made the appointment, looked up styles, up-keep, and how hard it is to grow back. With me doing all of that I started to freak the heck out! The next day I decided there was no way I could do it. I called both of my sisters and asked there advice without telling them what Abba had told me. My sister Rachael replied "you better do it, you will look so hot!!"also saying that in the old testament they used to shave there head as a covenant to God and would let it grow back out when the covenant was over. She said she felt like I was stepping into a new season and to mark myself. It was final. I WAS going to do it. 

Saturday comes and my good friends come with me to do the most drastic thing. Everything was provided for. The hairstylist was amazing, I had good support, didn't break my pockets, and it meant something. Not only for me but to my father.

 Before and After 

My hairstylist was amazing and had awesome pink hair!