✶The Wig That Knew Before I Did

I didn’t buy the hair for attention. I bought it because something inside me kept saying— you’re allowed to shine now. Curly, blonde, and loud in the same way that my life once tried to quiet me.

Of course, this isn't the first wig I've loved. I mean, I've been switching my hair since I was sixteen– bright colors, long waves, sharp parts, soft blends. Transformation has always been my language.

But this wig, it hit different. It was a whole rebellion wrapped in curls– a crown that knew my courage even before I had the strength to live this life out loud.

I didn't put the wig away for later– I put it on almost immediately. I guess it was something inside me that began recognizing my own self. And that self... she was done walking around like she needed time to grow into her own future.

The crazy part is that the second I put my hair on, the air actually started shifting around me. My face didn’t just look different— it literally made me remember something. Something wild. Something soft. Something mine. 

And it wasn’t vanity. No, that wasn't it at all. It was permission. It was a reminder that hiding isn’t humility and that shrinking isn’t safety.

That hair, My hair— it held a version of me that survived enough, softened enough, and loved herself enough to finally take up the space that she was born to take up.

And when I wore it, I didn’t become someone new. I just returned to the woman that I would’ve already been– if the world hadn’t taught me to dim my light. 

-Shya

💗What the body knows

To the ones who keep beauty tucked away— Listen. You’re not waiting for courage. You’re waiting for alignment. And the moment that it arrives— Put it on because in that moment your life will adjust to the size of your becoming.💕