I let my hair air dry, which was also rare. Usually I get impatient and put it up in a top knot. And by usually I mean every day of my life. Now I'm not fishing for compliments here but I don't really love the way I look. Especially right now through this whole process. Because I am actively changing, every day is a battle with my brain, and it's exhausting. I hate it. I will never say it's easy, because it is not.
Even though I have always struggled with self confidence with my outward appearance, I adored one very specific part of me. My hair. I mean...look at it in the height of it's MAJESTY.
I loved it. It was my defining feature. I got compliments on it whenever I wore it down, which made me never want to put it up (strange now that I wear it up nearly every day....oh how we change). Fast forward to junior year of college and it's just as long but now it's starting to fall out. In my style of denial (I MADE A RHYME), I started cutting it short. Everyone loved it so I thought everything was fine. But the texture of it changed from thick, luscious, and curly to dry, brittle, and thin. I had chunks missing. It's so gross to think about it now and even grosser to think how blind I was to it. Blegh.
6 months into recovery and I can actually see my hair restoring itself and getting back to what it used to be. It makes me happier than it probably should. I posted these photos because it is something tangible that I can be proud of. Never in a million years did I expect the support and love that I got from them! It was amazing. ED's are all about trying to do everything on your own, and that is something that makes the recovery process ten times harder. But putting myself out there and being open and honest garnered more love and inspiration than I ever thought imaginable.
I have never been more passionate about something than I am about this. I am so committed to my own journey because I never...NEVER want anyone to have to go through what I have and still am working my way through. Last summer in Spring Awakening, Eric told us to imagine what we would change in the world in order to create our own personal Purple Summer. This is mine. I never want anyone to feel like they are less than enough. I never want anyone to destroy themselves from the inside out. That's why I'm writing my musical! So that in the darkest of moments, anyone who needs to can know that there is someone who cares and who believes in them through their own battle. It truly is a battle. One that beats me up until I feel like I can't go on anymore and then something magical like this happens.
Oh and the next day, just to prove my healthy looking hair WAS NOT a fluke, I took another picture. THOSE CURLS, THOUGH! Call me vain, but it makes all of this bullshit worth it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You have given me so much strength, it's overwhelming. I love you all.
It's not just black or white
It's not just you or nothing
there's colors all around
there's colors all around me.