Rocket Boosters

D here, Way back in August of 2010, I chopped every piece of my long, flowing hair off. I was pregnant with my second child and was extremely ill. I'm one of those horrible pregnant women. I swell; I vomit: I hate everyone. In order to make life easier in the morning, I decided to cut my hair into the shortest pixie cut possible. It served its purpose and took at least one thing off my plate. But--that being said--I hated it with a passion. I missed my long hair so much that I dreamed about ponytails and french twists, and even pieces of golden hair twirling around my index finger. Now, a year and a half later, I am just starting to grow my hair out. It has not...