My hair is growing so long. Its hard to believe that a few years ago I had a shaved head. For most of my life I never put much importance on my hair – Ive had long hair, short hair, straight, permed, and in many different colors. I know some women are very particular about their hair and put particular care into the grooming of it. I was just never one of them.
I remember when I shaved it. It was nowhere near as dramatic as the Britney Spear’s episode. My hairdresser was surprised but to me it was just hair. I was more emotional about what the action represented for the person I was doing it for. During that time in my life, I was on a mission to be a slave, to serve in the image and likeness in which my Master preferred. My baldness was a bold statement of my submission, obliging his wish with no questions asked.
For the past couple of years my hair has grown. I haven’t dyed it. The natural state of my tendrils was another bold statement. Its a little below my shoulders now. My family no longer thinks I am a lesbian. lol In my ripe age of 43, I feel more young at heart with the mind and soul of someone who has truly lived and still has so much more to learn. My hair serves as a reminder of the growth in my character and the journey I made from one lifestyle to another. A symbolic metamorphosis that like Rapunzel my hair is what rescued me, only I alone pulled myself up and out. That is my secret.
Music mood: Bob Marley ” Redemption Song”
Rapunzel’s secret sister xo