At the age of 38 I walked into a salon and cut off all my chemically enhanced hair, to begin my natural hair journey.
Coco Chanel said “A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life” -she couldn’t have been more right. Cutting my hair was one of the most liberating things I ever put myself through. It wasn’t an easy road as I was often ridiculed for my bossiekop, but I was adamant to live an authentic life.
As I allowed my natural hair to flourish, I became more enlightened about my surroundings and my body. All my life I thought I was fat. In fact, at the age of 21 I fit into a size 10 and I believed that I needed to be a size 8… because that is what I was told. Apparently my hips were too big for my boobs, and my tummy had so many rolls, I could open up a bakery!
If I could send a message to my younger self, I would tell her that she is beautiful, that she is worthy, that she is valid, and that she is enough.
It took me 38 years and somewhere between a 12 and a 16 waist line (who the hell cares, as long as I am healthy) to F I N A L L Y go against what society glorifies and accept my bossiekop and my deliciously scrumptious half a dozen of rolls for what they truly are – *FLAWSOME – and that’s okay.
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*The ultimate acceptance of the awesomeness of ones flaws.