Earlier this week, I was cruising around the twitterverse and noticed a cool shirt floating around. The shirt said, no you cannot touch my hair. I thought it was funny, but it is a huge thing in the natural hair community that people do not like for their hair to be touched. I might be the weird one because it honestly doesn't bother me. Now, just don't come up to me and touch my hair, but if you ask and I'm feeling a bit friendly (LOL), I just might let you feel these beautiful natural curls that God so graciously gave me.
In my opinion, my hair is awesome. However, after my transition from processed to natural,
I didn't always feel that was the case. I was so used to my hair being straight and long. But, I just kept cutting it shorter and shorter until I eventually did the big chop and I became 100% natural.
I guess now, I feel more confident. As the years have passed, I've been more confident in my body and now I'm a lot more confident in my hair.…
Disclaimer: I will be mentioning my Christianity. It's not the full topic of conversation, but it will be in here in a few spots. Proceed with caution.
"He has kids because God knew when you met him, you wouldn't act right."
This isn't the first time this has been said to me. Well, not in these words. It's always something and then you wouldn't act right. Now the first time this was said to me, I got a bit spicy. As it has been a continued phrase in my life, I honestly haven't paid it that much attention. Why? I know my relationship with myself and I know my relationship with Christ. So, I did tell you that religion was not going to be a big thing in here, so I won't drop scripture on you. However, we are going to have a little chat about energy.
I've been extremely in tune with myself lately. I've accepted a few things about myself...
I'm an empath
I'm on a path of discovery
Did you noticed how I took…
In the same week, the industry lost two icons. One has graced our closet and phone cases for years, while the other was invited into our homes on a weekly basis. These two deaths reminded us of how life can seem so perfect, yet one is hurting on the inside. The response to both suicides was overwhelming and once again, it got a very taboo conversation started. On the other hand, it also brought out the ugly.
It's been a couple of weeks since all of this happened and the commotion has since come to a minimum. You are probably wondering why has she waited until now to talk about this? It's simple - I wasn't ready. As a survivor, I wasn't ready. As someone who faces anxiety on a daily basis, I wasn't ready. As a blogger disappointed in some of the people in the blogger community, I'm ready.
My social media may or may not light up because of this post, but I'm going to say it anyway. I'm highly disappointed in some of my fellow bloggers. While we…