Here's a story about my red hair. I have cptsd from a lifetime of abuse & I was raped as a child.
I put my head down & tried to live invisibly. For 15 years everything I owned was cream, white, beige, tan. Baggy, frumpy, ugly. I spent my life trying to be invisible.
When I realized that I was disappearing from my own life specifically to feel safe, I stopped. I'd already become a black belt.
I no longer needed to live in fear & invisibility. But I was still living with fear.
I went out & dyed my hair the most amazing wonderful shade of red.
This particular red glows under a blacklight.
I will never let my light go out ever again.
And no stupid, half assed, idiotic, toxic masculinity jokes are ever going to tear me down.
Because the broken glass I've crawled over led me to this fucking awesome person I am now.
Nothing will ever bring me down from here.
I'm blinding.
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