Yes, I'm Still Me (A Reflection on Chopping My Hair)

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A little over a month ago I chopped off my shoulder-length hair into a pixie cut. It is still a feminine style. Like the stylist made a point to say she was cutting it to make sure I didn’t look like a boy. It is definitely different from what I had before in the years of my life up to this point. In the last five and a half weeks I have discovered a few things about myself and what it means to be a young woman, especially a young woman of faith. I would like to share those things with you today.

First of all, I can still have fun with my hair and express my personality through how I style it/accessorize it. I’ve learned how to do different hairstyles with mousse, hair spray and fun clips. Not to mention the fact that I can still use all my fun headbands and scarves. Yeah, that is a little girly but I do not care. 😄 The chance for me to express myself through my hair cut was a pretty dramatic decision to be honest, especially since I had several inches cut off. Needless to say, people noticed. The compliments I received made me believe that it was the right choice. Not because I was looking for compliments or an ego boost but because I had been apprehensive before the change and the comments made me feel better.

How many times are we scared before making a change in our lives? I can assure you, dear reader, that if that change is from the Lord, it will be okay and He will send you His peace. The mystery of God goes far beyond anything we can imagine.

The second thing I realized is that my inherent God-given beauty did not disappear when I got my hair cut. This is not meant to sound arrogant or prideful. In fact, if you talk to people who know me well, I think they would tell you that I do not have the highest opinion of myself appearance-wise. (I’m working on it, don’t worry.) But regardless of how I feel, God made all women beautiful and that does not change based on the length or color of their hair. This also relates to my third point.

My dignity as a woman and as a human being did not change at all after I got it cut. In fact, I think it made it more obvious. In a way, it was showing that my identity is not in what I look like but in who I am and to Whom I belong. I am a child of God, a God who created me to be a woman with a female soul. Nothing I can do will change that.

These things apply to every human being in a variety of circumstances. Your dignity is always there. Because you are a child of God, dear reader. And just like me, nothing you can do will change that. I do not know about y’all. But I think that is some beauty in the crazy.

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