My hair keeps getting shorter and shorter.
This past week,
I buzzed my own head in my kitchen.
It felt glorious.
My hair grows really damn fast,
As do I.
At first,
The haircut was simply a new layer of authentic self-expression emerging.
But with each cut,
I've realized it's so much more than hair.
It's separating from female conditioning.
Redefining beauty on my own terms,
Reclaiming my entire body and identity,
And a very healthy,
Hearty serving of FU to the patriarchy.
I went to my parents' house recently with my freshly buzzed head.
I put on a hat,
Attempted to add a layer of hiding and protection as I headed over to pick up my daughter.
Shortly after I arrived,
My dad took off my hat,
Made a face,
Of disapproval and told me he did not like my new haircut.
I was very calm and grounded in that moment and felt like everything was moving in slow motion.
With kindness,
Clarity,
And strength,
I told him that I'm not open to any of his opinions about how I express myself.
He did not acknowledge much of what I shared and responded,
I do it because I care.
That moment cracked open something deeper in me and the painful awareness continued to grow over several days.
I'm recognizing how often my boundaries are not honored within my family.
The many expressions of my authentic self,
My feelings,
My needs,
My joy,
My growth,
My dreams,
My purpose,
My relationships,
A huge majority of my unique journey being met with discomfort,
Criticism,
Minimization,
Fear,
Or judgment.
Regularly being told that I'm too much,
Too sensitive,
Too dramatic,
Even wrong for having my experiences,
Either verbally or more subtly,
But equally as apparent with facial expressions and body language.
Unsolicited opinions,
Their projections and limitations about everything in my life.
The wound beneath so much of my pain isn't disagreement,
It's invalidation.
It's thousands of boundary violations.
It's not being honored for who I am.
There is no space to be fully me around most of my family.
It feels like I'm showing up as a skeleton of myself.
It feels so suffocating.
I invited in more of this unveiling again in my marriage,
Divorce,
And in parallel parenting dynamics.
I'm seeing how this bleeds into my relationship with my children.
There is an intense reactivity that arises in me when my needs,
Feelings,
Or experiences aren't respected by my children,
When they repeatedly cross my boundaries as children will do as they learn how to be a healthy human.
I now know where this comes from.
It's a very old,
Very deep wound asking loudly and tenderly for healing.
The invitation I'm sitting with and offering to you,
If it resonates,
Is reclaiming our power by honoring our own experiences.
By naming boundary violations without minimizing them.
By untangling care from criticism,
Control,
And fear.
By allowing authentic expression to belong to us,
Regardless of how others respond.
By strengthening trust and self-validating within by meeting our reactivity with compassion instead of shame or guilt.
By asking what wound is underneath the intensity.
What younger part of us is asking to be seen,
Protected,
And honored?
Healing has nothing to do with getting everyone to understand us.
It's learning not to abandon ourselves when they don't.
A very loud layer arising for me right now is a deeper understanding of who and what I will allow in my life.
Having my boundaries respected is simply non-negotiable for me.
Not perfectly,
Allowing plenty of space for messy growth,
But with those who show up with the intention of genuinely honoring each other.
My friend recently said that we're minimizing exposure and I loved how she said that.
If people continue to ignore the boundaries we set,
That is information.
We don't have to continue to say the same thing hundreds of times as we suffer.
We get to choose.
Let's let our truth,
Needs,
And authentic expression take up way more space.
Keep going.
Light them up.
Standing firmly in my evolution of wholeness and honoring you in yours.
