Today, I reconciled with my receding hairline.

All efforts to resist have failed. From a “no carving” rule to the front of my head, to brushing my hair from back to front, and even trying to keep an afro, nothing has worked.

There are other more drastic steps to restore lost hair, but it is not that serious. “I am not my hair.” I can now relate to that song by India Arie.

I am thankful for the peace that comes with accepting what I cannot change.

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