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Yes it sparked lots of questions but it also took a very interesting turn and taught me a very deep lesson or two, self-love and self-expression.Even though I knew these things already, to really live true to them was a very different matter.I started to tell myself I was doomed to be alone forever, who could seriously wake up beside a bald woman and think that I was a catch, I didn’t have hair, my femininity had left the building, poof, like that I was no longer soft, I was flawed, undesirable, looked harsh and bold.Could hair really rob me of this womanly characteristic, femininity?It became a part of who I now was and it was there comfort grew.It was no longer something that I was suffering or something that was happening to me.I could crumble and never leave the house, become invisible and a mere shadow of who I once was.My only other choice was to saddle up and see where this lead, after all it was who I was now and not a lot was going to change that!
I represented a light of hope, someone real and flawed but standing proud nonetheless.
I was someone real and tangible they could relate to, someone who understands them.
So this had me thinking, does the root really lie with my own projection or thoughts around how I feel about myself?
I was complimented for my courage and my bravery, people were even empowered and inspired to talk to me, just to say hello.
They saw in me something that many people are scared to express, a deep sense of authenticity.