An art student that is desperately trying to get rid of that occupation.
A sometimes reluctant writer and secret poet.
A little womanist, a little feminist, a little dark humor, a lot of time, a little money.
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Hairfolio: floral up do
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Tried a twist out. Hair did what it wanted.
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Eh. Forgive my roughness. And I’m pale. Need tan.
Come on summer!
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Oh, yeah…Here’s the haircut that I didn’t get…
No one can tell, but I cut about two and half inches off.
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Cut my hair finally…and no one notices it’s gone. I guess that’s the thing about having a lot of volume.
I’ll show pics later.
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The first picture is me when I was still doing whole the relaxer deal. I think here was actually where I was considering never getting another relaxer again. The thing that amazes me here most is my change in confidence. I didn’t have as much prior to giving up the relaxer and going back to natural hair. I would only have a few days where I felt satisfied with how I looked. I can actually recall from this photo the feeling of never being comfortable. In my adolescence, I was always hiding behind something, trying to cover up things about myself that I didn’t like. That’s changed a lot now. I am a soft-spoken, shy kind of gal anyway, but I am so much more okay with me than I was before. I am so much more confident. I am even mostly okay with all the idiosyncrasies of me that I always tried to disguise for fear of rejection. All that began to change just when I changed my hair. My perception of myself changed as well I supposed because I had begun to embrace what I truly am all over. I like my hair now. I even like my voluptuous thighs and my barely there breasts. I’ve even almost completely outgrown that whole invisibility complex. And all that started with that one little haircut on my kitchen floor. :]
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