“a poet’s hair can cut rock”
I read that once in a science magazine, attributing it to a Korean proverb. With my mixed heritage of Korean and Greek, my hair has its own identity, super thick, sometimes wavy, sometimes wiry, always super thick. Whether I wore it waist length or in a bob, it always grabbed attention, but I wanted to hide it in a messy bun. My husband even used the lobbed off remnants as a paintbrush.
I figure it can have its own gallery here.