I am my hair!!

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I am nervous and scared. Afraid that what I have to say may not be relevant to anyone. I am starting something new here and I am so excited about it,yet still so nervous.

I am at the salon as I start writing this first post. I am inspired by the women who come in here. Women of all ages, shapes and sizes. Tall women, short women, dark skinned women, light skinned women. Women with braids and weaves, short and long hair. Women with black, brown, red and blonde hair. Women who come here with the hope of looking beautiful when they leave.

And as they are subjected to countless washes, curlers, dryers and eventually the hairdresser's chair, they are transformed into the women they want to be. The warriors they are in their dreams. And as they leave the salon, they exude confidence. Confidence they never had when they walked in. They shine. From within.

So I guess it is true. Your hair is your crowning glory. You do feel that you can move mountains with the right hairstyle. I shaved My hair today. And the little that I have left I dyed blonde. I guess that is what I look like in my dreams. That is the warrior in me. I have never been more confident than I am now. When I had long flowing black locks,I was never this confident.

I love India Arie's 'I am not my hair'. I would quote those words every time I had my hair cut. But today I realized that I am my hair. I am the way it makes me feel. And as I walk out the salon today, I have never felt more than a woman as I do at this moment.

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