4:17pm January 22, 2014

There are some things I’ve been afraid to care about for a long time.

Hair is one of them.  Comes with lots of connotations that don’t actually apply to my life, but that people do make assumptions about:  Femininity, frivolousness, etc.  But it makes me feel so much better to actually take care of my hair.  (And I think there’s something related to disability in there too, but I don’t know what.)  And to do other things that I’ve been afraid to do for a long time, due to various connotations.  But I’m slowly learning to say fuck what people think, this is what I want to do, and they can think their own ideas about it but what matters is why I’m doing it.  And what I want to do is take good enough care of it that I can grow it out until I don’t want to grow it anymore, whenever that happens.  And for some reason that’s very meaningful to me, even though not necessarily for reasons most people would assume.  I’ve always liked all of the hair on my body, whether it was coming from my scalp, eyebrows, chin, legs, wherever, and I want to hang onto it as much as I can.  So if there’s a lot of hair posts lately, it’s because I’ve discovered it’s okay to do this.

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