It’s all connected…all of it; the weight loss affects
everything, and everything is affected by the weight loss. Everything!
Take hair, for example.
Hair, in and of itself, shouldn’t be a big deal, right?Unless your sense of self-worth and your
supposed true self are tangled up in the belief that you NEED long hair. Not want…NEED. That without long hair, you are not enough. That without long hair, you are
not YOU. Well, I am 55 years old and I
am now on a journey to find? --return
to? --present my authenticate self and,
for me, the hair issue must be dealt with.
I’ve lost 50 pounds over the past year and a half. I’m fit now and healthy, looking good. Yet unbeknownst to me, I was still clinging to a misconceived notion of what I need to look like. I have thinning hair, an issue I’ve been
dealing with since 2009. Finally, in May
of this year, I got a pixie cut because I was tired of the stress and anxiety
of trying to make sure all my thin spots were covered, all day, every day. Having a short cut helped immensely…I haven’t
felt that happy and carefree concerning my hair in years. Then a couple of months after the cut, I
decided I wanted long hair again.
BECAUSE IN MY HEAD, THAT’S WHO I AM:
I am a Longhair. Only I’m not,
you see. I can’t BE that person anymore
because my hair won’t let me. Even
though I was ecstatic with the pixie cut, I was trying to turn back the clock
and shove myself into a box where I *thought* I would be happy. Why?
Why would I do that to myself??
So I had to have a talk with myself. Remember when you were bald while taking
chemo treatments? Did you stop being
Trisha? Does hair, or absence
thereof, honestly change who you are on the inside?
There’s a song by India Arie that says it all. And I’m parking the video here as a reminder
to myself. I am not my hair…I am not
this skin. “Was it the hair that got me
this far?”
I have a hair appointment tomorrow morning to reclaim the
pixie cut.
And I will rock it.
J
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