power red

Right now my hair has this gorgeous, thick, earthy smell, which somehow doesn’t go away when I wash it, but instead intensifies. I suppose I have the henna to thank for it- although I don’t know whether it’s the henna or what is added to it. I think the best thing about it, though, is the fact that it’s a little reminder of the red every time I breathe in.
It’s a reminder that I did it, that I went through with it, and that my hair is now a bold, couldn’t-care-less red with a capital R. It’s as though my personality, normally hidden in a little corner of me has come exploding out of my head. I mean, I was always red before, but this is a different kind of red. Instead of being my old, natural, almost-brown red, this is power red. This is red I can draw on, red I can cry on, red I can depend on. This is red I can smell.