today i did something for me.
it was scary and hard, and if it weren’t for some amazing friends i’d have backed out a thousand times before i even made it to the salon.
i had three best friends in high school. as of this month, one is engaged and the other two are married (one with the most beautiful 6 month old imaginable). most days i feel like my facebook news feed is filled with announcements from my college friends getting engaged or married or pregnant. i am 21 years old, and most days i feel like i’m already behind in life.
for three years i’ve wanted to shave my head and for three years i’ve allowed guys to tell me that i would be less of a woman, have less beauty, or less value without my hair. for three years, i’ve had a dream that i’ve refused to indulge in because i thought that my hair was the sum of my worth and of my femininity.
i was wrong.
today, i left the salon with a shaved head.
and today, i left the salon feeling the most feminine i ever have.
this post isn’t about a hair cut, though, but about what i allow to define myself. for too long i’ve been wrong. it isn’t my hair and it isn’t a relationship. and even though some days it can be hard to remember, i can’t find my value in our culture’s definition of beauty.
i am worth more.
and you, you are worth more too.
this. this. this. this.
so proud of you, savannah! and girlfrandddd, you are freaking rockin the shaved head too! beauty!