Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Hair… or at least find a good hairdresser!
I have a rather dysfunctional relationship with my hair. I love it. I hate it. I like keeping it long. I want to cut it all off. I am fiercely protective of it. It binds me. It shields me. It defines me. It annoys me. I have a lot of hair. (On my head. In…