I think of my mother and I mourn, I think of breast cancer and I mourn; I’ve been mourning for 22 years and I still feel as if I’ve lost a part of myself that I can’t get back.
What was my definition of hair being ‘done’? What did I classify as beauty in hair? How did I classify my own beauty?
Consider yourselves lucky (or unlucky🤷🏾♀️) that I have no idea how to embed audio. Although, if I do figure out by the time I’m ready to publish this, it’s over for y’all! Consider yourself warned. By now though, I hope you’re all humming the song and channeling your inner India.Arie. Certainly my hair has alwaysContinue reading “I Am Not My Hair! Or Am I? Part I”
Hi, it’s me.
I missed you and I hope you missed me too.
But still we press on, we stay on the journey knowing that it’s never a straight line but the story still continues. The rest is still unwritten and it’s yours to write
Sometimes we can focus so much on what we’ve lost that we neglect to see what has been there all along..that kind of intensity and fierceness you devote to others, give it to yourself!
It took me a series of wrong turns and valleys to point me to the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. To me. A journey to self.
Suddenly my words had a voice, I knew I could be a lion and if only one woman heard my roar and could relate that was ok.