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| Aunt Janet, Colleen, Jenny, me, Grandma Collier, and Wendy in front. |
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| Me & Jen |
My sister Jenny often thought her hair was ugly and unmanageable. It was thin, light brown, and poker straight. She would get so frustrated with it that on several occasions, she refused to go out because of it. Once she even sat in the van while the rest of us went out to eat. Due to my acceptance of my overall ugliness (or more like a lack of prettiness), I never really got hung up on my hair. I was okay, as long as I did not catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror or a car window. My long, curly reddish hair was the least of my problems. I was grateful it did a good job hiding my face...until the day I let Colleen's friend cut it, and I was left with about one inch of fuzz. I was horrified. I cried and felt like a freak. It was Jen who helped me come back. She sat me down in front of the mirror on the vanity in mom and dad's room. She put some make up on me; some eyeliner, a little blush, mascara. She said I had beautiful eyes and that this hairdo really draws attention to my best features. I saw my pretty green eyes for the first time that day. I saw they had power in them that could surpass a disaster haircut. I practiced using them, reigning in that power, and was a little impressed. I was still very self-conscious, but that ugly feeling I lived with and accepted for so many years shifted a bit and set me on a path of self discovery and eventually even love.
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