Let’s
just say I cried hard when that pile of hair was released from the roots of
my scalp. It was horrible at first, to have that hair taken from my head,
which has become so much a part of my personal identity. Funny how a thing
such as hair, or even a lack of it, can make a person. Now, in retrospect,
an hour after the hair was cut it wasn’t so bad. I mean it didn’t
feel so bad. It was OK in fact. I felt free from the thing which has identified
me as me, which really was never me in the first place. People I know walk
right by without even glancing my way – did they forget my face? Was
my hair that BIG that even my eyes spoke nothing because they lived under
the shadow of my ancestral DNA? God forbid. Never do I want my eyes to go
unspoken, nor my smile…which can say so much more than the locks binding
me to the roots of my cells, my ancestral cells, cancer loving fast cells.
My astrological reading in the morning paper told me today was to be a new
day and only good things can come my way. My astrological sign: The Scales,
representing justice and balance. It's rather noble if you think about it.
And you know, I deserve that much, justice and balance. The morning paper
said as much. So it must be true.
