I finally cut my hair

The first mirror is created when a person is still a small child and is frequently based on what people around us and our parents have said about us. I recall being told I was a cute child, so when I got a little older—around age six or seven—and another child tried to tell me I was ugly, it was unsurprisingly a little boy in the playground—everything in me rose up against the statement and I completely denied it. My self-belief in what my parents had stated held strong since the statement was so contrary to what had been hammered into me.
The second mirror is that of adolescence, those formative years when we are thrown out of the security and cocoon of home and into the great wide world. I attended a boarding school as a teenager, and I recall being one of only two black students there for a while. Children are naturally inquisitive, so I felt like I was asked a gazillion questions about my hair and skin tone. I don’t think there has ever been a time when I have been more self-conscious about my appearance, which in turn allowed me to start having doubts about how I looked and, thankfully, coming to terms with my differences. The last reflection is provided by socially formed notions of beauty. We are frequently inundated with images from the media, popular culture, society, peers, and social media, which may cause us to develop an inaccurate perception of what is beautiful. We frequently assess ourselves against these standards and use them as a benchmark.

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