When I shaved off all of my hair, the weight suddenly evaporated… lifting off:
the weight and length of time
the burden of trauma
the forceful pain
the loaded stress
And the pressure and tiring presumptions of beauty
When my hair… the heftiness of shame and grotesque: nappy and unruly curls shattered all over the floor, I was okay with being ugly as the pressure to conform would be of no place, no location in sight
No comment could tear yet alone scratch the surface of my heart into tiny scars like when it did during my childhood
For me, hair represents pain… the nooks and crannies as much as it amounts to joy, culture, creativity, uniqueness, versatility, and resilience…
But when it all flew away, the power never left…
It just made me more aware
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