breakup bush*

It’s been one month. One month since my break up. One month since I started growing out my bush.

I’m a pretty religious waxer. I like a neat landing strip. But a few weeks ago when it was time to make my appointment, I thought maybe I’ll let it go for a little longer. I’m grieving after all. It’s getting colder too. So I let it grow. You forget how long and thick it can get. It starts to kinda amaze you and you start to feel like you have a secret, extra force field protecting you. Which of course you need, especially when your heart is bleeding and it feels like you’re walking around without skin.

Shape shifting has always felt good to me after a breakup. It feels like you’re honoring the loss in some way. Honoring your sadness. Acknowledging it. Sitting in it. Giving it some kind of physical form. The form of a bush in this case. I love my bush.