When my mother saw my new hair cut, she had this brief look of horror on her face…LMAO. Oh, gosh. I wish I would have taken a picture. I’m shocked that she didn’t start verbally attacking me about it as she had in the past. She’s really changed since I went natural five years ago.
I told my dad about an accident that I passed on the way home and he jokingly said, “Are you sure you’re not talking about your hair?”
Back then, my feelings would have gotten hurt. Now I simply don’t give a flying !@#$, which is why I can butcher my hair so effortlessly. One can’t reach true confidence until they can feel comfortable in their skin despite possible naysayers.
I’m happy to say that I finally reached that confidence. You can call me “ball headed,” nappy or whatever you feel and it won’t phase me one bit. All I know is, I FEEL amazing because my beauty is defined by me and no one else. You’re beautiful too. Own it.