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Thursday, September 01, 2005 So, I've decided that I need to better chronicle my last year as an undergraduate student; therefore, I need a digital camera. I don't have a digital camera. So, for now, a picture is worth a thousand words. I think the easiest way to describe my transformation thus far is through my hairstyles. My hair is my most accessible form of self-expression, and I have always linked my personality, mood, and self-image to it. It has been styled in almost every way imaginable, from long, wavy, Barbie doll-like extensions, to its current "short" natural state. It has grown with me and against me. I hate it. I love it. The more natural my hair is, the more beautiful I feel inside. I look in the mirror and feel like I am looking at my true self. With or without make-up, I love what I see. I have come to accept myself, as is... a work always in process and in progress. Not only am I changing and evolving, but it's all for the better. Every day is a lesson learned. I learn something new about myself and about the world around me. Take today for instance. I was in the bookstore, and I saw a girl. Then I saw that she was wearing a pair of booty cutting shorts. I was filled with disgust. You'd think it wouldn't faze me anymore. Girls walk around campus in short skirts or short shorts all the time. Then I started to think what people think of what I wear. They may think that I am chaste or too conservative in my dress. I hardly have a skirt that comes above my knees, and I refuse to wear shorts (they are all too long or too short). What might a Muslim woman think of me? or any American female? Although I feel as if I dress conservatively, one could look at me and think I am dressed whorishly. I must keep things in perspective. Everything is relative. posted by The Lady | 6:16 PM (0) comments
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