I’ve many times thought of this Shakespearean quote ,
“what’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet;…”
I’ve been pondering a lot about expectations I have and those dependent on me have, as well as societal expectations. I’ve always been one to push back towards the “norm”, and this is probably a little bit of that. Although, I feel as though my heart is right!
I want to shave my hair off.
Ito give some background if you aren’t familiar with my ever few blogs, I have 3 children, one of which is 6 and currently believes she and every other girl is a princess. She directly pairs beauty with long, flowy hair (just like the movies) with beauty.
I could give 100 reasons for taking it off, but the more depressing reasons are why I would keep it. Here are a few:
To please those around me(keeping the peace I guess)
To fit in
To feel beautiful
Because it’ll be a pain to grow out
And there the list stops….
I want to first and foremost, to show Bell (the 6 yr old) that a woman is strong, smart, and beautiful, not because of hair, but because of who she is inside. I want to donate my hair to someone who didn’t have a choice, I want the freedom from bad hair days and time spent on managing the matter growing from my head. I want to be able to know who I am with and without hair. I want a journey leading into my 30’s.
A lot of I wants, I know. Maybe it’s all in vain, even though that’s the opposite of my drive….
My question for you:
Does hair define you? How much time and money do you spend on it?