Beau·ty (n): the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).
Honestly, I’ve wanted to shave my head for a while; wipe the slate clean of all self-inflicted damage. Hair has always been more of a canvas, to me; a playground, if you will, for adventures not definitions. I’ve grown it long, I’ve cut it off. I’ve dyed it Atlantic blue, fuchsia, blonde, brown, and (of course) red (probably a bazillion times). It's just hair, after all, and if all a woman's worth and beauty are tied up in those strands, then I think some serious reevaluating needs to take place.
I’d hate to think that the only reason I have friends, the only reason someone has been attracted to me, the only reason I’m a mother, the only reason I’ve gotten excellent grades or excelled in my accomplishments, the only reason my mother and father love me, the only reason I’ve been blessed by God, or the only reason you think I’m beautiful is because of my hair. That statement is pretty important, and I’m sure you can find a way to relate it to your life.
I’m not doing this because I’ve lost my mind, I’m making a statement, I’m trying to piss you off, I want you to stop loving me… blah blah blah. I did it because, quite simply, I wanted to. I did it because it’s just hair. You don’t have to like it and you certainly don’t have to do it yourself. It’s just hair.
P.S. It feels so friggin amazing and tingly and exposed. I love it. And you know what? I don’t think I ever really noticed how pretty my eyes are. They seem huge now! Hahahahaha :-D
|Michelle: bald, beautiful, and perfectly sane.|