What wondrous revelation! And lyrical wisdom! I champion all of us and everyone finding -struggling for - the courage to accept who we are at any point in our lives! Especially when we stand outside the mainstream of our culture(s), and especially for women, when we discover ourselves up against societal norms of beauty. And such evocative and magnificent writing…. Thank you for this.
I'm glad that you've taken to wearing wigs. I often think about getting one, although there is nothing wrong with my hair. I want a different look without having to cut my hair off, and then be irritated for a couple of years while it grows back. I just want to look different if I feel like it. If I got a wig, it would be a short, delightful pixie one, as my regular hair is almost shoulder length. Not that I have the thick, glossy hair that would suit that length. I just wanted long hair since I was a child, and now I have it. Not terribly long, but it is not thick enough to really look good for more than a couple of hours. I still might get a wig. Or several. I wouldn't even mind one in pink or blue, a punky one, a snowy white one, who knows? I must admit, I like variety.
Biological differences can make daily life challenging, particularly when the trait is not the social norm. Lora's essay on her struggles with alopecia offers a timely lesson on social sensitivity and the importance of being kind to ourselves, just the way we are. Thanks!
Oh I love your writing! I could feel your people, hear their accents, see them “Tut tuting” over you. It’s this kind of writing that inspires me. And now I kinda want alopecia too! 😂❤️
Glad you liked my comment. I'm still thinking I'd like to get a wig. It's one of those things which isn't urgent, so I keep putting it off. But I also like to think of it as a disguise. (I know, I'm a bit theatrical.)
I'm still grieving for the Afghan women under the earthquake rubble, abandoned by the men who were sent to dig out victims. They won't dig out the women because Allah told them they could not touch women. So women's very bodies are poison to them. Women are trash.
What wondrous revelation! And lyrical wisdom! I champion all of us and everyone finding -struggling for - the courage to accept who we are at any point in our lives! Especially when we stand outside the mainstream of our culture(s), and especially for women, when we discover ourselves up against societal norms of beauty. And such evocative and magnificent writing…. Thank you for this.
I'm glad that you've taken to wearing wigs. I often think about getting one, although there is nothing wrong with my hair. I want a different look without having to cut my hair off, and then be irritated for a couple of years while it grows back. I just want to look different if I feel like it. If I got a wig, it would be a short, delightful pixie one, as my regular hair is almost shoulder length. Not that I have the thick, glossy hair that would suit that length. I just wanted long hair since I was a child, and now I have it. Not terribly long, but it is not thick enough to really look good for more than a couple of hours. I still might get a wig. Or several. I wouldn't even mind one in pink or blue, a punky one, a snowy white one, who knows? I must admit, I like variety.
Biological differences can make daily life challenging, particularly when the trait is not the social norm. Lora's essay on her struggles with alopecia offers a timely lesson on social sensitivity and the importance of being kind to ourselves, just the way we are. Thanks!
Oh I love your writing! I could feel your people, hear their accents, see them “Tut tuting” over you. It’s this kind of writing that inspires me. And now I kinda want alopecia too! 😂❤️
This is so so wonderful! And what a voice. You could lead me anywhere.
Glad you liked my comment. I'm still thinking I'd like to get a wig. It's one of those things which isn't urgent, so I keep putting it off. But I also like to think of it as a disguise. (I know, I'm a bit theatrical.)
I'm still grieving for the Afghan women under the earthquake rubble, abandoned by the men who were sent to dig out victims. They won't dig out the women because Allah told them they could not touch women. So women's very bodies are poison to them. Women are trash.