So I’m loving my hair… but I struggle with **really** loving it.
Is that wrong of me?
I love to feel the breeze ruffle my curls. I love to touch it and feel how soft it is. I love how easy and carefree it is to care for (compared to my 8 years of wearing wigs).
But what I struggle with is how childish it looks sometimes. I can’t seem to style it often in a way that makes me feel like a sexy adult.
At least I’m learning to recognize that my fears are a product of what I’ve been exposed to… what society has previously deemed sexy and attractive.
Despite these brief moments of uncertainty and doubt, today was a good hair day. So that’s why I had my husband take this picture. I need a reminder that it doesn’t matter…good hair or bad hair, I’m still me.
I feel more like me. Those wigs made me feel so fake/shallow sometimes.