I am not my hair
When I came home from the hospital yesterday, Sydney was very clear with me.. “Mom, it’s time; we need to cut that hair!” I agreed, as there were only a few strings left anyway. I mean, when you can count the number of locks on your head, you know it’s a wrap. So I grabbed the yellow scissors from my makeup drawer and cut the loose strands. One by one, they fell to the floor as if to say.. “Thank God Sis! What took you so long?” 🤣
If I’m honest, I have been preparing for this moment since New Year’s day when my fam cut and shaved the sides of my head. I started this journey with 372 Sisterlocks (which took 19 hours to install but who’s counting?), and now I have a smooth head with just a bit of peach fuzz in various places. But these are exciting times. When life gives you lemons, make a lemon drop martini! So, it’s clear that I have been playing with all kind of ideas. I am going to make the most of this. It’s gonna be fun! Y’all are about to get whatever “Tova” I wake up as. If I feel like being bald with some big hoop earrings, guess what .. that’s what you’re gonna get. If I want big hair, guess what .. that’s what you’re getting it. Feeling like some long tresses, you guessed it. That’s what you’re gonna get! And oh the colors that I get to play with!!!
I’m here y’all!
Naturally beautiful ..
Made in His image ..
With or without hair!
But in the meantime, listen to the sweet sounds of India Aria, as she sings ..
🎤 I am not my ᕼᗩiᖇ. I am not my ᔕkiᑎ. I am the ᔕoᑌᒪ that lives within.
♥️
