She moves in a smooth wave that can clear a path with one glance or an arch of her unibrow. There is little question to her actions and it is in this that I imagine the war with self-doubt slayed long ago. Learning that self-confidence is a lot like the layers of an onion which she has molded into armor. Her purple scrunchie sways its way through the coffee crowd and I wonder if I still have a scrunchie somewhere. A scrunchie of strength!