Picture this, if you will. A girl growing up into adulthood, never being allowed to have long hair, never being able to dress as other girls do, and never being allowed to wear makeup of any kind. On top of that, developing a dark shadow on her chin and upper lip, growing body hair, and being all sweaty and greasy the day after a shower. That girl is in there, but she's buried beneath a ton of crap that just isn't her. Body image, self image... shot to hell.
One day, she begins a journey to climb out of all this stinking filth that has buried her for so long. Changing her body to what it should have been in the first place, or damn near close to it. Changing her mind to a certain extent, as far as lifting the red haze of testosterone, and finally being able to say to herself:
So now I look at this photo, and not only do I look good... damn good, if I say so myself... and I can say that without being conceited... but I'm happy. After almost four decades of living on this horrible planet, I can see me.
Some people may question why I like to take photos of myself and look at them. Because I can see me. And I like what I see.
And damn, I love my hair! When I was a kid, I used to sneak and watch Little House on the Prairie when nobody was around (and make fun of it when anyone was present!), and for some reason, I have always remembered this quote:
"Hair is a woman's crowning beauty." -- Michael Landon
Amen.
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