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My hair has served me well.
We have been through everything together.
And she was there to make me more comfortable when I was insecure about my true self.
Each strand of hair carries the emotions and thoughts that I happened to be thinking in the brief moment of follicular life.
The icky starvation hair, bleached to a crisp from 2019 still lays on my shoulders.
I am not that bitch anymore.
I have freed myself from so many limiting beliefs systems and finally stepping my toe into my own personal power.
Through this period i had the strangest calling to not only Let go of those old parts within me, but to also let go of something outside of me that I used as a coping mechanism to hide from the world.
Mckay 2.0 is calling me fo prove my dedication. To self love and expansion no matter what it looks like.
I’m going to be a fucking badass.