I look in the mirror at the slowly invading growth of black hair beneath the bleach blonde dye. I am thinking of chopping it all off and leaving the color natural. With every new haircut, I am starting to see the reality of myself more clearly.
I don’t know whether I am ready to see myself like this just yet.
I promise you will be so beautiful, you don’t even know.
What will people say? How will they react?
Those who fear you may look away;
Those like you will silently support you.
And those who love and celebrate you
will welcome you with open arms.
I would expect nothing less
when faced with the formidable
fact of who you are.