My hair is my thing. You know how some people have great legs or awesome eyelashes? I have my hair. I've always had jet black, thick, and incredibly manageable hair and I really don't know who could want anything more!
My hair has always been my security blanket though. As I grew up, I knew I was different than everyone else. I was a little bit chunky (but loved cookies too much), had glasses since 1st grade, braces in 5th grade, an awful choice of clothing, BUT I had my hair.
When I got into high school and even into my college years, I'd constantly compare myself to everyone else and I never seemed to measure up BUT I had my hair.
As I've started this journey, I've stumbled upon the true essence and meaning of worthiness and self love. I usually cringe at the thought of both because, I was too insecure to admit the simple fact that I held neither to a high standard. How could one not love themselves? I mean you're with yourself 24/7...it just doesn't seem right. But it happens, and oh, it happened...
To know that I'm worthy and to show myself love, I must stop seeking external sources for validation. Beauty has and always will come from within. It was time for me to let go of my security blanket, so that I may continue to grow. I no longer have all of my hair but that's just fine.
I donated 10 inches to Locks of Love today and I couldn't be more proud. It was a small act of love, but a huge stepping stone for me.