I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know youâre questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.
Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven MarieâŚ
A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.
She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her âgirlyâ. I know Iâve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being âgirlyâ enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think sheâs a boy.
At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, âI DONâT NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT IâM NOT A BOY, BECAUSE IâM NOTâ
Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.
Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, âDo you think the other kids will like me? Do you think theyâll be my friend? Will they think Iâm a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?â
So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didnât like her, they were just jealous.
As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, Iâm in the business of raising a free spirit.
Hereâs to you, Raven Marie. I love you.
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