I just wanted to share something very personal here. My journey toward self-love and self-acceptance has been a LONG journey recovering from childhood abuse of every kind.
I’m finally learning to really LOVE myself flaws and all! There are good days and not so good days; however, my better days outweigh the not so good ones.
I turned 62 on May 18th and 5 days later I decided I NEEDed change with my hair! I was tired of the braids, and so in a spontaneous moment, I decided to cut it all off!
I became the canvas and the ARTwork was/is ME! and I held the paint brush (scissors) and I could do whatever I chose to do with it and I did.
You guys I cannot tell you how AMAZING I felt when I made that first cut on my hair. Surprisingly, I felt as if a tone of weight was lifted off my entire body; this is the only way I can explain it.
I had drawn a girl’s face with short hair a couple days BEFORE I cut my hair. I had just put into a book and it fell out last night.
As I looked at it, I decided to use an ink pen over the pencil and decided to use ink for her hair! Isn’t that wild? I NEVER use ink pen for any of my girls…EVER because you can’t erase the mistakes!
Then I wrote a few words around her; I realized she represented me when I realized I drew her with very short hair. My identity is so much more than my hair or body for that matter! Lol
My LIFE is my canvas and I can choose to paint whatever I want that brings me joy, purpose, happiness, fulfillment, adventure, and fun, and meaningful relationships!
I share this in the hopes that it will encourage someone else who may have the same struggles. Thanks for reading.