This is going to be my 7th Rara #Somethingist post. (to understand what this challenge is, check this post out and join in!)
To displace can mean to move something from its usual place. To shift or to re-position.
Today, I cut my hair!
The last time I did anything with my hair was 8 years ago. That? Me keeping bangs for about a year before growing them out. Before that? I haven’t done anything with my hair since I was 9 years old.
So I cut it all off today.
It feels immensely symbolic.
I’ve cut off the unhealthy parts of me. I’m changing.
I have changed!
The all amazing gal who cut my hair said that typically when a woman drastically changes her hair, there’s a motivating change in her life that’s behind it.
No different for me.
She also said that women’s hair is important. It’s an important part of us, our identity. Attached to how we feel about ourselves.
She proves my point exactly.
I haven’t cared about myself or so much as given myself a first thought (throw the second thought out the window) in I can’t even remember how long.
No more of that.
I feel great!
I feel like I’ve chopped off all that I’ve allowed to hold me down, hold me back.
I can do something for me and enjoy it. I’m allowed to care about me.
Cutting my hair off equates to freeing myself.
My hair was so unhealthy!
Its so thin because of how stressed out I am. Anxiety. Depression. Gut disease. Sleep problems. Pain that I’ve hidden or run from, pretended wasn’t there. Smiled to cater to others.
I’ve worked on this for a year now and I feel I’ve dug a good staircase out of this pit.
So, I’m breathing.
I’m going to act like I exist.
Taking vitamins (biotin in particular, as the hair goddess who styled my hair suggested) and paying attention to my needs.
I believe we look at change as a bad thing, always.
Sometimes, I think a little displacement is exactly what we need.
What do you think?