Sudden Insecurities
A few weeks ago, I was getting frustrated with my hair. Because if my widow’s peak, my hair always falls in my face. I’ve tried every trend that you can think of, but I always end up in the same old ponytail/messy bun combo. When I was a child, my mom told me that I had a widow’s peak- a pointed gathering on my hairline in the middle of my forehead. She said that her mother had one, too. Since I didn’t have the chance to meet my grandmother, I felt special. A small part of her was given to me, and it was a trait that not many people had. In my current frustration over my hair, I did what any normal woman in need of a quick beauty fix would do- I went to Pinterest. When I searched for “widow’s peak hairstyles” all I found were videos of women shaving and plucking out their hair to have a straight hairline. I was so angry. But that anger begged the question: Why was I suddenly disgusted with something I’ve always loved about my body? Why was I being told that I should change i