Blessings in Change
JUST A TRIM! Hahah. Not.
I have been bored recently… I felt like it was time to do something fun and spontaneous… SO I cut off all my hair (it was legit down to my butt before). This might sound a bit stupid, but my long hair was a big part of me… Many people commented on the length of my hair and it just morphed into a staple “Kathryn look”. I cut it all of for a few reasons:
- Cancer. I have so many close people in my life diagnosed with cancer at one point in their lives, my lovely sister/friend Julia (she is fighting leukemia currently). As for myself, and specifically being an insecure teenage girl, I know the attachment to hair that many people use as their “identity”. SO with the 12 inches of hair that was chopped off, I sent it off to donate!
- Change. Life has been wild over the past two years. Ha – I cannot even type that sentence without laughing, because life has been utter chaos, yet within this insane chaos there has been so many blessings. As I head into the direction of recovery, and seek more and more help to defeat this disorder I think it is important to have new beginnings, to start fresh, to add some change. Cutting all my hair off was that step for me.
- Identity. In no way am I saying that my hair was who I was, but it was such a normal for me, I just became attached to it. I am learning about the significance in pushing yourself out of your comfort zone and thoroughly focussing on Christ and only Him. After all, He must become greater and I must become less.
- Health. The disorder has taken a toll on my normal body functions, and as many people who fight anorexia face, the disorder thins out your hair. The lack of nutrients is not good enough to sustain a healthy head of hair. The disorder has made me lose a crap ton of hair. It sucks. BUT I am turning that around, I am start fresh and I am allowing my hair to grow back, when I am healthy and full of LIFE through HIM!
I cry out to the Lord;
I plead for the Lord’s mercy.
I pour out my complaints before him
and tell him all my troubles.
When I am overwhelmed,
you alone know the way I should turn.
Wherever I go,
my enemies have set traps for me.
I look for someone to come and help me,
but no one gives me a passing thought!
No one will help me;
no one cares a bit what happens to me.
Then I pray to you, O Lord.
I say, “You are my place of refuge.
You are all I really want in life.
Hear my cry,
for I am very low.
Rescue me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me.
Bring me out of prison
so I can thank you.
The godly will crowd around me,
for you are good to me.