Liberation from the Khao San Dreads

At 1:30 this evening I heard a knock upon my door. I made it to the door after de-toping my lap, wondering who it could possibly be and internally apologizing to my roommate who was sleeping. It was Brittany, my former room mate who excitedly came to my room last evening at a similar time when I had been trying to sleep. She was excited again. I'm trying to begin sleeping on a natural sleep schedule so her aperance made me a little frustrated I wanted to tell her that I didn't want her comeing in and joking with me again, I tell her Lizzie is sleeping.

She asks if I can help her with something, "what's up?", with that question her arm rose up and in her hand was the item that told me what was up. A dismembered dreadlock and sissors. I asked her if she was ready for this, my frustration instantly vanishing, when the answer was yes I told her I had to finish my post and that I was ready to help her. I posted, Hybernateded the laptop, grabbed my safty sissors, brushed my teeth, moved my school work from my bed, turned off the lamp and headed for the door. Lizzie said to me "Amy it is 1:30". I knew, but I also knew I had a duty. It was important for me to have Julia with me when I cut off my hair, I knew this was important for Brittany and she needed support. I needed a way to pass on the kindness I was given.

We did it. It was beautiful. We got the before , during and after pictures. There were pep talks and concerns shared. There was laugher and in the end there was a beautiful, sexy, funky young woman with a new banging hair cut! not even a quarter inch in some places - and needing of trimming and restyling in the morning.

Everything was remininscent of when I cut my hair off last year. The laughter, the liberation, the sissors, the location (bathroom), the worries, the sharing of experiences. I really enjoyed it and was glad to be with my friend, glad I hadn't turned the light out earlier, glad I hadn't turned her away before she had a chance to speak and glad - again - for the wonderful (Amazing!) women I have met in Friends Global World.

When I returned to the room I showered. Looking in the mirror when my hair was wetted and no longer covering or framing my face I felt that I was very beautiful. I haven't been feeling beautiful receintly. I've been feeling haggard and homely so it was moving for me, to rediscover my beauty after helping a friend redefine hers.