Day 11

      So it's been ten days since I haven't pulled a single strand. I went ahead and told my mom, I didn't think she would think it would be much of an accomplishment, but she showed support. But I've done this before, go days without pulling and when everything has grown back, I would relapse. So I know she's thinking, "same old, same old". Yesterday felt like a good day though, my sister might get a job, as might I at the Country Lodge. And I think money is a real stress for me. I think if I worked, made some money, I'll buy some fancy natural hair remedies, plus I'll help out all I can to get us to the tropics. Wherever that may be. In Colorado, I've been bald. But I'm looking to the future, a house among banana trees, the smell of fish in the air, my hair will be long and thick, my eyebrows full and dark, eyelashes long. No more makeup, no more hats. I will be healed, I will be happy.
3/15/15