I have this thing about hair. I love to run my fingers through it, push my face into its soft brilliance and inhale the aromas which waft from beneath the stroke of a stiff bristle brush. I like to feel my own hair and it makes my skin tingle. My boyfriend has long silky hair as well, and he knows my fetish. Is it a fetish?
I often wonder why there is such an importance placed upon hair.
Does it contain some mysterious answer to pressing psychological questions?
I think of Repunzel, Samson and even Medusa, and I wonder what the significance is behind a full head of hair and the magic woven in stories about them. I touch my hair again and the same tingle passes down my arms just as before.
Beauty and Hair
I was terrified of Cancer. It was not because of the pain which comes with this disease. It was actually due to the fear of losing my hair from treatments. I knew the thoughts were unhealthy, but it was all-encompassing to any other aspect of the illness, as shameful as I feel.
Society has trained so many of us to believe that ugly is attributed to having no hair. Yes, it’s a sensitive topic, and I’m not part of the norm of society. In fact, I see more and more women, than ever before, rocking a bald head and brimming with confidence.
THIS, I believe, is called progress.
In ways, I can see hair as a crutch, a frame for the face, which for many people, draws the line between beauty and plainness. Without long lustrous hair, some of these same people would feel a sudden drop in self-confidence.
And so, I decide to cut my hair, because I am one of those people who hold on for dear life to my locks. I cut it, in a daring cut that lets my face be seen.
I come from under the cloak of protection in order to both make a statement, and to reclaim my self-esteem void of my crutch.
Then there is progress. I am breaking the curse.
After making changes and focusing on more intriguing aspects of my being and my life, I see hair a little differently. Am I healed of the dual addiction of both lusting after and hiding behind hair?
What I have discovered is that. Just as body shaming and stigma mold so many lives, dependency can also destroy self-confidence by allowing true beauty to be half-hidden.
The key is to stop giving so much credit to hair. Try to connect with the beauty of the face and the soul.
The first lesson from his analysis of hair dependency and addiction is recognizing the damage it has done.
The second lesson is to accept it.
There is no need to shave your head. You mustn’t refrain from enjoying the simple pleasures of feeling the brilliance of long flowing locks.
The basic truth is this. You are beautiful, despite any separate portion of you, be it large, be it small. Stop hiding behind your hair, stop wishing for what others may have.
I have this thing about hair, but I won’t let it determine the person. I’ve moved beyond that.