I Am Not My HAIR!

                 


Long Permed Hair.   Short-Layered Cutt.    Chopped off and Natural.

As a little girl, growing up I was in love with my hair. I had long thick wavy black mixed with brown hair.I loved to sit between my mother's lap as she combed my long wavy thick hair. She would put several small pony tails and ribbons in my hair. I made me feel sooo PRETTY! What I loved evn more, was those sunday mornings when my grandma would do my hair. She would sit me up on a stool in the kitchen. With a iron curling iron on the stove eye, she would give me small baby doll curls with a FLASHY hair peice to top it off. I'd smile ear to ear anytime I had my hair done.

As I got old my fetish with my hair grew larger. I always had to have a hair style. And I was picky about th way I wore my hair or who woould do my hair. I felt as if the right hair do would bring spark to my soft skin and light carmel complextion. That was the only way I saw myself as being BEAUTIFUL truely. My baby face, soft smooth skin, and goo grade of hair made me. It made me BEAUTIFUL. I felt that without my hair and cute face I was nothing an would never be anything.

Entering college [Shouts out to The UNSINKABLE Albany State University] I began to mature in a lot of ways. I began to see that I wasn't the only BEAUTIFUL girl and that I wasn't just BEAUTIFUL because of my face and hair. Attending a HBCU in the south, you see alot of types of BEAUTY. I quickly learned, that its not whats on th outside but whats on the inside that makes you BEAUTIFUL truely. In the past I was full of myself and thought only about "self". Now, I realize that everything can't be about me. I am BEAUTIFUL because I have a bubble personality and a gentle, loving, and kind heart. My appearance is just something extra put together by God. I am more that a cute face. I am Human. I am Me. I love. I cry. Sometimes I'm happy. Sometimes I'm sad. I smile. I frown. But at the end of every day I lay my head ddown to sleep, by the grace of God every morning I wake up and I'm me.

When I realized this I could finally let go of what wasn't truely needed. I CUTT MY HAIR. I made a physical change. I'm still Beautiful from inside to out and from head to toe.

                                                   I am NOT my Hair
                                                         I am Me.
                                                B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L
                                Pressed down. Shaken together. Runnnin Over.