My hair is me. Literally I will get a haircut and immediately after, I look subdued, tame, correct within the lines. Then at about the 6 week mark afterwards, my hair takes on a life of its own. It wants no predefined shape or predictability. I feel I am my hair: forced to conform, to get and hold down a job, be office appropriate. But wild is just on the other side and it appears quickly. It also makes me wonder about others, how much we each have to tamp down in order to fit in to society. So I’m just glad to let my hair go wild; it’s like my superpower that gives me strength within constructs that want to remove my strengths.