Oh gosh, this feels like a real "me-fest" but please indulge me for just a second :) So I have been bursting to talk about my hair and this article on Mom's of Hue was just the motivation I needed to finally do it. I wrote out the story, it's an important story, but for now forget the story. We all have baggage right? So in simplest terms and giving no power to past societal or personal foolishness:
I love it big and free...so true to my heart and spirit.(Back in the day I wanted gorgeous hair like my mom and all those ladies on Dynasty, lol!)
I love that it is so versatile and springy. Somehow it is my contribution the the lovely tapestry that is us in this world.
(Why yes, that is my hair collage up there.)
I love that my hair whirls and curls like a fine work of art and that when I feel funky...my hair can go there.
I love how my hair looks in hats.
As I've come to know and love my hair with it's possibilities and limitations, I feel so dangerously sexy. It isn't about perfect hair days or getting attention...It's something I don't have words for yet. I feel strong, powerful, lovely, and vulnerable all at the same time (OK, maybe I have a few words).
I love my hair!
*love and love our hair hugs*