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Your hair matches what you are?

"Your hair matches what you are."  A direct quote and I'm still not sure what it means.  It's been almost a year since the "incident".  It sounds so cliche to say, I never thought it would happen to me, but, I never thought it would happen to me.  Never in a million years did I think I would become a victim of domestic violence.  Although, looking back, I guess I had been a victim in one form or another for a long time.  But I never thought it would escalate to the point of physical abuse.  I was so wrong, but I can honestly say, I'm  thankful it happened.

I'm not thankful for the fear I felt, but I'm thankful that I had that moment that made me open my eyes, see his true colors and know that I had no choice but to get out.  I live life believing everything happens for a reason, and I know without a doubt what that reason was.

A year later I've reinvented my life.  I'm in a new home where I feel safe.  I'm happier.  I'm a better mother, daughter, sister, friend, etc.  I've become more outspoken.  I stand up for myself now.  I'm confident.  I used to look in the mirror and wish I were thinner, I hated what I saw.  Now I look in the mirror and am happy with who I am and how I look. I see a girl who a year ago was beat down, literally and figuratively and now is confident and happy and secure.

So okay, I'll take my hair matches what I am, because I now know I'm pretty damn fabulous!

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