I was throwing my hair back moments ago as I was running out to take our family dog, Molly, out for a walk. I ended up leaving my hair down for the walk, but it made me think of an interesting topic: the hair on our heads.
Every time I see a ‘My Hair Story’ video on YouTube, I roll my eyes and continue on merrily with my video search perusal. Then I got thinking! Our hair is so personal. The hair on top of our head is a physical part of us. It contributes to how we look, which comes with thoughts, emotions, and identity markers.
My hair is wild. My hair contains different types of strands. There are thinner, straighter ones. Wackadoodle kinky types, and wavy ones. I am going to make no churn pumpkin ice cream (I will let you know how it turns out – making homemade ice cream scares me), so my hair is still back. But I have a headache, so I cannot wait until this ice cream is done so I can let my hair be wild and free.
My hair is a host of insecurities for me, and I want to change that. I have leaned towards needing to apologize to others for the frizzy, untameable mane that is atop my head. How bizarre is that? I did not choose this hair, therefore I should not need to apologize for it. I want to rock my hair. After all, the God of the universe gave me this unique attribute. I want to be confident about sporting whatever my hair is deciding to do without apology. It seems so silly and shallow to be writing about hair, but it is an intrinsic part of our being. I want to celebrate who all people are, and image is a part of that for every beautiful human.
The word says: “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” – Psalm 139:13. God loves us, and created us. We can be confident and rest in who *He* designed us to be. Let’s all celebrate, encourage, and love each other on. Crazy hair or otherwise.
- The pumpkin ice cream was good!
- My hair was driving me crazy the other night, so I threw it back. I put it back occasionally when life necessitates this.