afro glitz

My hair is gone. Well most of it, anyway.

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.

Short hair, don’t care.

❤ Miss Gee