I let Lottie trim my hair. Two days ago. For dead ends. Went totally fine. We decided to go over it again today for good measure.

It's not by any means short. But it is shorter. It's freaking me out. I'd say it's about six inches shorter. I'd just hide it away, but I have a lot of hair and that's hard.

I want to speed run the growing process. Dylan, a certified hair dresser, gave me a jar of coconut oil. Then asked why we didn't let her cut my hair. It was supposed to be girlfriend bonding time. Unlike a majority of school, we take quarentine and the virus seriously. It was am activity to do together AND we were getting hair cuts.

I WILL be fine. In a week. But right now? I need to process. At least Georgie likes playing with my hair.