One of the weirdest things about the the thought of not having my hair is gonna be the memories I have where my hair is just a default part of the picture/instance. Looking back at pictures and thinking it won’t be there for future picture memories is super weird. Even thinking about cutting my hair has literally occurred as ridiculous to me as cutting off your leg or pretending not to use an arm for no reason. Its presence is that much of a default.
That said, its both scary and exciting to start to live and love myself as I recreate who I am outside my hair. Along with these feelings of fear/excitement are coming reflections of other things I like/rep/appreciate in theory, but that #IAmNot…
As well as things that I am:
Blessed, and at the end of the day
Just plain COOOOOOL.
Excited for what else is gonna come of this journey….