My Hair.......

My hair tells a story of myself. unlike India Arie, I Am My Hair: for years I wore it the way the world says to wear it, much like my life. i did with whatever I please, not worrying with the damage I put myself through. Doing this & that to be accepted. Putting it through wear and tear and making it something that it was never meant to be. Again much like my self. Pretending to be something I wasn't. Blending in, not able to tell the difference between.........one day I had decided that I had, had enough! I couldn't do it anymore.....It was taking me in and breaking me down, sin and damage, then one day I gave it all up, enough was enough...... He gave me a new start, by cutting off what I had messed up. Giving me a fresh start. My BIG Chop- cutting off the processed, leaving just what was meant to be. Deeply rooted, growing in it's very own unique way. To me it's beautiful kinks and all; to Him I am beautiful flaws and all. It's free, I'm free and growing to be what it's meant to be. I Am My Hair.