I Wear My Hair Up

My hair is blonde and long.  Most of the time you will find it piled up in a bun.   This is related to so many reasons.  Normally it is due to the heat.  No one wants hair sticking to their neck.  Then at the hospital I don’t want to deal with it getting in my face while working or it getting into something else I don’t want to think about.  I had these reasons back home too but here I have found one more.  This reason was one that I didn’t really notice at first until I found myself thinking about what I was doing.

Before I leave the house, up goes my hair.  Before I greet someone at the door, up goes my hair.  Even going to church (where I normally would wear my hair down), I place it neatly up.  Only my host family and a few friends have seen my hair down.  One night I took food over for my friends who were working and I had just taken a bath and my hair was still a bit wet so I left it down.  When I walked into the nurse station they both just looked at me.  “Wow!  Your hair.  It is so beautiful.”  I didn’t know what to say.  “Thank you” I stammered.  The next time I was asked by some friends what my hair looked like down I decided that I would show them.  Once again they all opened their months in surprise as my hair fell down.  “It is so long.  It is so soft.  It is so blonde.”  I just laughed and agreed with them.

Having hair and skin that is a different color draws attention to me.  I’m not a fan of this.  If I could, I would love to blend in more.  I have found that when my hair is up, I feel like I stand out a little less.  So, up goes the hair.  I try to hide that I am different.

This is the body God gave me.  We are all different.  We are all uniquely made.  Learning to love who you are is hard.  I struggle with that.  Being in a community where blonde hair and white skin isn’t the norm can make you stop and think.  At the same time, the things that matter are deeper than colors.  I know that I have begun to form friendships here that are based on more than the color of my hair or skin.  That makes me feel good.  I’m going from being a foreigner to part of the community.  While I will probably still wear my hair up, I won’t let that stop me from taking a walk down the road, singing with the choir, or enjoying the community that I now call home.

Me looking at the sunset in Manambaro

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  1. It’s 11:24 here and I’m taking a break from cleaning and what a nice surprise when I saw your post .Its always nice to hear about your new world. The weather is so cold .I wish for warmer days so I can see all my neighbors. I feel like a bear must hibernating for the winter and it’s been a cold one. I have a new Jan Karon book and I’m going over to your moms to see if she’s read it. She is the one that got me started on the series I love them. It sounds like you are doing good and as for your hair Well it’s always been beautiful. It does say something about you when it’s worn down it frames your sweet smile. Keep sending those wonderful letters . Oh one more thing Hannah graduated Nursing school and is now working at St.Lukes.Im surrounded by nurses and for that I feel blessed.Cant thank Gid enough for my great neighbors!Sending love to you.LaVern

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