I was trimming bits of hair yesterday and for a long moment, I stared in the mirror, wondering what it would look and feel like without all this on my head. I'll have had my dreads 5 years day after tomorrow. Besides curiosity, it would be nice not to bring so much of the beach home with me via my hair. Sweat wouldn't settle into it, there would be nothing to lean back against and accidentally immobilize my head, no need for elastics to hold it back, nothing to brush out of my face.
But I'm not sure I could handle the nakedness, the lack of anything to play with or hide behind. And then the whole Samson-and-Delilah thing. Not that any hot evil girl is trying to shave my head, but I feel powerful with hair like this. I can wear whatever I want, but my hair is not accidental and cannot be dismissed. Many people, from toddlers to grandmothers, have brought this to my attention in different ways. This isn't to say that I've rested all my self-confidence in my hair, but I'd be lying if I said I haven't walked a little taller in these past 5 years.
Sometimes I envy people who can change their hair easily and frequently. The next moment, I am proud to have committed to dreads, which seem so wild and "extreme" to some people when in actuality, they're so natural and stable. Maybe it's that they are so natural and stable that worries those people, and that speaks quite a bit about where society is and what it's developing toward.
The verdict? Undecided...