I once had hair that reached my hips. Now I have a bald spot that rests on the left side of my head.
After my accident, I suffered three massive lacerations to my head and got them stapled.
The combination of hair and blood, turned my long locks into dread locks and inevitably forced my nursing team to cut my hair, unbeknownst to me.
All of my lacerations healed, the hair grew back, except for this one.
I was once very self-conscious about it. Always felt I was somehow more “Raggedy Anne” looking because of all of my scars.
And I was so meticulous about covering this one on my head. Always, telling my hairdressers to be mindful on how they cut and style my hair. It’s exhausting constantly believing I have to conceal parts of me.
Now, I see it as a kiss of grace. Admittedly there are still times I am compelled to hide it but I remind myself that it’s all apart of my resilience, my healing, my survival. Now I am choosing to celebrate just how imperfect I am. ✨
captured by: @photoherby
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