I wish I had more photos of myself when my hair was this length, but it was one of the few periods of my life that I didn’t really want to remember. I had cut my hair days before my boyfriend was admitted to the hospital for his sudden twisted intestine and these photos were taken 1 week after his funeral. My heart was so heavy at the time and even though posing in front of a camera felt pointless and almost offensively vain, doing something fun and stupid that I used to love was still healing. This was 2 years ago now. I still think of Cass every day and I miss having the intimate soul connection we shared in human form, but I’m full of hope. I’ve had countless happy days since those very sad ones and though I’ve made some extremely questionable decisions in the healing process, I’m proud of myself for not closing myself off to love and all the experiences and emotions life has to offer. I have my fears and doubts but I’m slowly letting go and everyday I feel a little more free. So here’s to riding the waves 🌊🌊