Tuesday, June 16, 2009

"I am NOT my hair..."

What's our obsession with this thing called hair anyway? Men shave it off on purpose and it always grows back, but let a woman start to lose hers and she sometimes has to pray that it returns in all its splendor.

Such small strands, soooo much drama! Hair, or the lack thereof, can ruin relationships, wreck self esteem, create panic, and clog a drain. Or....it can make you a star (a la Farrah Fawcett and Jennifer Aniston), and send the opposite sex in a tailspin with just one toss of the head. But you know what...one day it can all disappear, just...like...that *snap.* You can lose it due to illness, stress, or a bad hair cut...heck, you could have had a bad perm. Whatever the reason, there comes a time when you realize that your attachment to hair is truly not WHO you are.

So what's a girl to do then? How does one get past the stigma of knowing that her hair loss is not caused by any of these seemingly acceptable experiences. What happens when someone with a healthy head of hair methodically pulls strand, after strand, after strand...sometimes ignoring the pain in the fingertips because they're in a trance. What happens when they start to loathe the very action, knowing all the while that they will hate their reflection when they snap out of it? What happens when they have to answer to their still small voice, which they purposefully ignored just to get that teeny tiny moment of release...of satisfaction?

As we journey through this blog, hopefully the answers will come clearly, succinctly, proficiently. For this has been a long and painful journey, through the darkness, to a positive realization. It's like coming through the fog by following the light ahead, but not being quite able to see where you're headed - you only know that you're heading in the right direction, at the right time, in the right place. "It's been a long, long time coming, but I know my change gon' come..." 061609

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