Sticky Fingers. Unmotivated. Emails

I went to Whole Foods, my version of "Sally's", to get some glycerin. I've been reading a lot about using glycerin to keep napptural hair moisturized. So, I made my spray. I think I made it too thick though. When I touch my hair, my fingers feel slightly coated. But my hair doesn't feel sticky. And I know that napptural hair isn't going to shine like relaxed hair. But I sure do wish I could find something to make it shine. Maybe I'll try the placenta. Or possibly some color? But color scares me. Chemicals scare me. Period.

If you kept sending me forwards that in the past I would respond to and now I never respond, what would your reaction be? Would you keep on sending me the stuff???

I'm tired. I just want to go home and get in the bed. I'm tired of trying to figure my way through all these numbers, terms, and figures that I have yet to be fully trained on. I almost want to have the attitude of, "if they don't care, why should I?"

Jesus. I need you now more than ever.

Under paid + low benefits + no motivation + terrible management= unhappy me who would would rather blog and look at fotki's than work

Randomness

So, I'm driving from Target tonight and I'm feeling a little bad about my previous post. I know that hair is a huge issue with black women. And it wasn't meant to talk about anyone or point fingers. But I sincerely wish that we would find TRUE beauty WITHIN ourselves and not let societal images define us.....

Now on to the madness!!!

I have a guilty pleasure. And it is called: "Flavor of Love 3". I turned on the TV today and couldn't stop watching it. The way those women degrade themselves and look stupid on national television cracks me up. It also sickens me- to a point- but I get a good laugh out of their stupidity and ignorance. I call it ignorance because they have no clue who they really are. If they knew, they wouldn't be making fools of themselves trying to win the affection of a man. News Flash: The man is supposed to chase you. A man is supposed to choose his wife. We are supposed to be virtuous and whole. Proverbs 7 warns about a loose, perverted woman. But enough about that....

I can't BELIEVE that Flav sent Thing 2 home. Men can be so blind. They only see big boobs, hips, booty, and pretty weave. They don't see truth when its right there in front of them. It was down to Sincere and Thing 2. Sincere is a backstabbing liar!! She makes my stomach turn. And of course he sends home the one girl who seemed to actually like that man. More power to her. I just don't see myself falling for someone who is almost old enough to be my grandaddy....

NEXT TOPIC OF RANDOMNESS....

So, I go to Target to get some distilled water for my glycerin spray that I want to make for my hair. I can't figure out why the water has to be distilled, but that's beside the point. I get to the checkout and the cashier is a fellow nappy! =) I don't say anything. I just wait on her to notice the fact that I too am nappy! =)

So, I'm looking through my purse and she goes, "Alright, what's going on with the hair?"
I immediately began to cringe because I thought she was using a "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD, CHILD?" tone with me.
I immediately touched my hair and replied, "What? What's wrong?"
She says, "Nothing! I just noticed that your hair is nice and short and simple."
Whew! Sigh of relief.


So I go on to tell her that I just did the BC. We chit chatted for a moment and then I left.

That made me feel good. It's nice to talk to other napptural women. Beautiful.



It's bedtime. Till Tomorrow....



God Bless.

Self Hate

It has been one week and two days since my BC. The moment after the cut, I hated it. Or maybe I was in shock. When I got home a few hours later, I loved it. I snapped all kinds of pics. I loved it for the next three days. And then, I started to feel indifferent. "Whatever" was my attitude on my hair. The night before last, I HATED IT!

I sat in the mirror and said out loud, "what in the world did you do?"

I'm sitting here now wondering why I freaked out so badly? I wanted to braid my hair up two days ago. And now, I'm in love with it again.

I swear its grown since last Sunday. Seriously.

It's a process. I went from having hair that rivaled your favorite weave to having a teeny weeny Afro. And I would be a flat out liar if I didn't say that two nights ago, I was experiencing growing pains.

I call it growing pains because I am growing up, mentally. India Arie said that she wasn't her hair. And its so sad that so many women ARE their hair!

It really is pathetic how a woman can get weave or braids and have their self esteem boosted to the umpteenth power. Why does it take having something that ISN'T EVEN YOURS to make you feel beautiful? Why does our hair define us so much????

This boggles my mind. And it really turns my stomach. I know that we all have our issues, vices, what have you. But beauty comes from WITHIN. Not from 7 packs of curly weave that you bought from the store.

And it doesn't help that media plays into this. Ugh... don't get me started.

My mom made a comment last night that almost got my blood to boiling. I told her that I saw a friend of hers at Target. I wasn't sure if it was her or not because her hair was incredibly longer than the last time that I saw her. But I knew her voice, and I knew that the girl sitting in the shopping cart was definitely hers.

So, I commented on how fast her hair had grown! Her hair grows like weeds! My mom then laughs and tells me that the friend had a short natural-do also. I then asked my mom why the friend went back to the relaxer.

My mom said, "I don't know. She doesn't need a relaxer anyway."
I replied, "I hope my hair grows that fast!"
Mom says, "Well, she doesn't have regular black people hair."
I say, "What's regular?????"
Mom says, "She has a good grade of hair."

At this point, I'm clearly bothered. For one, you're telling me that because I have tight coils, kinks, and curls, that I don't have beautiful hair. Two, you're making yourself and your child, who is only 7 and who is listening, inferior to those whose hair is "prettier."

I say, "There is no such thing as good hair!"
Mom is irritated, "Natasha, her hair curls up. I'm sorry, but she has nice hair."
I say,"See, that's whats wrong with us. We don't love ourselves. We think what we have is ugly."
Mom doesn't say anything else.

I then turn to my little sister and tell her that her hair is beautiful and that she is gorgeous.

UGH...... I didn't mean to go off on that tangent, but it makes me so upset when I hear black women speak like that.

God made us fearfully and wonderfully. Love yourself. Love your hair. Love your skin. Love the you that you are. How can anyone else love you if you don't love you? You have to appreciate you.

If God didn't bless you with long, straight hair that comes down to your butt, then why do you only feel beautiful when you have that long, straight weave in?

If God didn't give you curly big hair, then why do you only feel confident when hiding behind a big curly weave/braids?

Yes, I am on my high horse. Yes, I'm on my soap box.

I've been on both sides of this situation. I hated my hair once. I wanted what was on TV. I wanted what was going to turn heads. I wanted society's view of beautiful. I wanted my own, misconstrued, blind version of beauty.

I'm not knocking relaxers. I'm not calling you a demon if you wear weaves. Some relax because its easier. Fine.

But if you base your beauty and your self confidence on something that doesn't belong to you, then there is a serious problem. And the cycle continues.

I want my babies to realize how beautiful they are. I want my babies to love being who they will be.

Call me nappy. Call me Afrocentric. Call me whatever you want. But I'm ME. And that is something that you can NEVER take away from me.

ALL NAPPTURAL!!!!!

I finally did the BC! I don't feel like typing much. So here are pics! enjoy!

An Emotional Wreck

Am I PMSing? For the 11 years that I have had a cycle, I have been the WORST PMSer ever. I get extremely moody and emotional. However over the years, the symptoms have decreased. Lately, I'm just peachy before, during, and after my cycle.

The reason why I ask this question is because for the past two days, I have been one emotional wreck. Ok, really since Sunday. And today was the worst day. I was ANGRY and FRUSTRATED at work. I ended up storming out at lunch time. I drove to Wendy's and sat in my car and ate. That calmed me down a little. I didn't feel like hearing Gospel- well the cheesy songs that were playing- so I turned to see what was playing on 95.7Jamz. They were playing old songs from back in the day. That was cool.

I then decided to read my daily devotional and read my Bible. That was nice- (besides the fact that my heart was beating like it wanted to jump out of my chest. I was anxious for some reason.) I sat and enjoyed the sun and the warmth of my car for a good 30 minutes before I decided to drive back to work.

I'm still feeling frustrated. I turn to see what's playing on 104.1 (Gospel channel). Still cheesy. And let me clarify. Just because a song is praising the Lord does not mean I'm going to sit through it if it sounds like crap. So sue me. Or better yet, stop reading my blogs if you disagree.
(see what I mean?? I'm CRANKY!!!!) I turn back to the R&B station and that darned Usher song is playing. "Love in the Club". That has to be the DUMBEST song I've ever heard in my life.

This is what our youth are listening to. This is what makes them happy. This is what they relate to now. And it PISSES ME OFF. Anywho, back to the story...

I begin to tear up. And it gets worse. I pulled around the back of my office building where no one was and sobbed.

Confession.

I know its not PMS. It's the resurfacing of someone whom I thought I was done with. I thought I was over him. But the thing is, I feel like I am. Maybe its the "situation" that I'm not over? I really can't put my finger on it. But thinking about him makes me upset.

Every since he came to church on Sunday and got saved, I have been an absolute wreck. I'm happy for him. I praise God for it. But I've been a wreck.

I don't understand it. Maybe it all just happened around the time my cycle is supposed to start. So, that's why I'm all emotional. Too much stimuli.

I'm frustrated.

With my Job- I thank you Lord for blessing me with this job. I know the economy and the job market is looking shaky. So, thank you for what I do have. But I am not content anymore. And didn't you tell us to never become content? To keep pushing and striving?

With my hair- I'll be so happy when this is over. I'm starting to have doubts. Some serious doubts. I'm talking about braiding it up until the "three plus" inches that I chopped off grow back- and then slapping a relaxer in it.

With my self- Why can't I just let go and let God. I don't want to half-heartedly do it. I want to let go and BE CARE FREE!!!!

With men- ugh. Need I say more?

Finances- Thinking about it just makes me shake my head.

Virginia: Northern VA to be exact- I don't want to live here the rest of my life. Not like this.

I feel stuck. I feel stuck. I feel stuck. There is no better way to put it. I know what I need to do. Pray. I know this. I feel like I'm being broken all over again.

Be still and know I am God.

He is the potter and I am the clay.

But IN THE END, I am victorious. It is written. It is promised. It's already done.

I just have to believe it, have faith, and go through it.

Sigh.

Monday Rambling

So...... SO MUCH HAPPENED OVER THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!

I guess I'll start from the beginning-

So, I talked about Soul Ties. I briefly mentioned mine. If you want more details, just read some posts from 2007. But anywho, I stated that he popped up out of the blue. My response was, "the devil is a liar."

Well, Soul Tie guy asks to see me. I decide that I didn't want to be alone with him. History shows that "ME + Soul Ties Guy+ ALONE= BAD STUFF". So, I invited him to church instead! lol... Hey, he can see me there! So, I invite him and tell him that it's "Friends and Family Day." I had my doubts about him coming. Only because he always found some way in the past to get out of coming.

He shows up.

He didn't sit next to me because he was late and they made me give up the seat I was saving for him. But, he ends up sitting right in front of me.

The sermon was directed RIGHT at HIM! Don't get me wrong, I got something out of it too. But man, oh man. That day was for him!

To make a long story short- Soul Tie Guy gets saved.

HALLELUJAH!!!!

The devil is such a liar.... I'm so happy. You can't have him Satan. So, all of you in internet land, please pray for my friend. It's only gonna get harder for him.

We ended up going out to eat after church. We just sat and talked. It was nice. I then went to see his little girl. She was in a bad mood. She ended up falling asleep. I'm talking about knocked out! So me and him sat and watched TV. Laughed. And I went home.

I got upset on the way home. I couldn't understand why. Ok. So, I understand why. I was feeling selfish and prideful. I don't feel like going into it......

But just know that all is well. And I'm happy that he recognized that he can't live this life on his own.

I am Not My Hair....

I had a slight freak out this morning. Last weekend, I cut off a good three inches of hair. I did it to make my transition easier and also because I haven't had a trim in a minute. I figured I'd do it myself because I won't be wearing my hair straight ever again. I don't plan on it. I don't want to do any damage to my new growth. So anywho, I 've worn my hair in flat twists all week. I love that look. But on Fridays, I usually undo them and wear a twist out.

I undid my twist out this morning and was not pleased with the results. I freaked out. It just didn't look right. Is it because it's shorter? But I can't be freaking out over that! I want to chop ALL of my relaxed ends off this summer. So, how in the world am I going to rock a TWA (teeny weeny afro) if I'm freaking out over a couple inches of hair?

And last night I dreamed about my hair. I dreamed I had a fro. A lot of transitioners did this prior to their chop. Who woulda thought that something as simple as hair would cause all of this psychological mumbo jumbo in our heads????

Anywho- I'm afraid my head isn't the right shape for a TWA. But, I rocked SUPER short hair in high school. Wearing my hair long for so many years has really altered my confidence in myself.

I am beautiful, darnit, with or without hair going down my back. Besides, it'll grow back.

And as far as a man is concerned, I haven't had a successful relationship with long, relaxed hair. So, what difference will it make if I chop it all off. Hey, this might do the trick! I might attract the right guy... ha!

Seriously?

So- yesterday I wrote a LOONG blog about soul ties.

He just emailed me.

The devil is a liar.

But You Don't Know My Name

My last two posts were kind of serious. Blah. I'm feeling a bit light hearted today.

Last night I'm sitting in church, soaking up what my pastors are teaching us. Everything is going well. Pastor does altar call. We're praying and praising God.

And then it happens.

He appears right before my eyes.

I kid you not, my heart skipped about three beats, my hands got sweaty, and I felt all hot and bothered.

I say to myself, "Satan, I rebuke you in the name of Jesus!" lol! I know the women standing on either side of me thought I was crazy. But the feeling wouldn't go away.

Pastor's words went from, "And we thank God for these souls who have decided" to "wamp wamp wamp, wamp wamp, wamp wamp wamp...."

I began praying out loud- "God please! Help me! I don't want to feel like this!"

It was horrible!

Now some background info.

I was sitting in church one Sunday when I spotted him. It was his first time there. I know because when we welcomed the first time visitors, he raised his hand to receive a guest package.
I then saw him about two weeks later. I was sitting with my friend. I was trying to point him out to her. And as I'm staring and smiling dreamily, he turns and looks dead at us.

CAUGHT! Ugh... I felt so ashamed. I don't want this guy to think that I come to church to man hunt. That's NOT the case. For some reason, I'm just really attracted to him.

And see, the thing about me is that I'm extremely picky. I'm not tooting my own horn. I'm just telling the facts. I've had two very nice men at the church ask me out within the past week. And its so annoying because I'm not interested.

But back to last night...

So, after benediction, I'm standing around talking to one of my guy friends and one of the guys i mentioned above. The whole time that the two of them are talking to me, I'm looking past them, trying to find out where cutie went.

I lost him.

So, guy mentioned above proceeds to walk me out of the church and declare his like for me.

Frustration.

I agree to go out to lunch with him after service some time in the future.

So, I get to my car, get inside, put the key in the ignition and drive off. As soon as I'm off of church grounds, I go at it.

"WHHYYY?!?!?!??!!??!?! Why Lord???? I know that I should trust you. I know that you got me! But why is everyone that I'm NOT interested in want to talk to me???"

This goes on for about a good seven minutes. I then come to my senses and realize that God is God. And that ultimately He is in control. I trust Him with my life. So, if its meant to be- it's going to be. If cutie wants to get to know me, he will make it known. He has to know that I'm curious. I've made a conscious effort to make eye contact with him twice. And the second time he was sitting ACROSS the sanctuary from me.

So, I'm letting it go and I'm letting God.

Geez.... Another thing keeping me from not approaching this guy is my track record. I seem to have bad "good guy" radar. So, I'm going to leave this one to my God.

Soul Ties

Soul Ties. What comes to mind when you think of those two words?

I think of two people who have an extremely deep connection... possibly two people who are in love. Soul ties sounds like a positive thing.

Nowadays, it seems as though having a soul tie with someone is far from positive. It carries with it bondage, pain, broken hearts, addictions, and never ceasing cycles.

I know because I've had them.

My most recent one was with the last guy I dated. I met him New Year's Day. And with that chance meeting, (that later I found out not to be chance at all), brought a year full of experiences: tears, pain, and the exit of the LAST piece of innocence that I had left.

When we sleep with someone, whether we realize it or not, we are creating soul ties. Why do you think sex is something that God intends for married people only?? It's powerful! And I truly believe that it is Satan's new ploy against us. We are killing each other and ourselves over false love brought upon by these soul ties that we've created with people.

I met him, started talking on the phone. We dated, he grew on me, I on him. We began to have sex. And it was all she wrote. To make a long story short, we ended up going in and out of the relationship. He was confused, had a lot of baggage, had a lot of demons too. I was falling, wanted him to want me, became depressed, eating habits changed, etc.

This relationsip eventually ran me to the altar. And now I am the closest to God than I've ever been. That's why I say that the chance encounter wasn't really a chance encounter.

Even though God has delivered me from the whole situation, I find myself listening to my flesh. Sometimes I look at my phone and want to dial. Sometimes I want to email. But I don't. What good could come from it? Absolutely none. I've done all I could.

A really good friend of mine just had a breakthrough about a man that she has been chasing after for almost 5 years. They've never been in an actual relationship. However, they've been sleeping together, spending weekends together, etc. for all of this time. He treats her like crap. He wont commit to her. She has caught him SERVERAL times with other women. She even found out that he has a "mini relationship" with an arch enemy of hers. But through all of this, she "loves him."

She told me once that she just wished that he would see how great she is- how much they have in common- how much she loves him.

The devil is a liar. This is bondage. We get so wrapped up in trying to win the acceptance of men that we loose ourselves. Why worry about winning the heart of a man who cares nothing about you? Why worry about how he feels about you when he is out doing anything with a big butt and hips?

All of the worrying leads to depression. You're depressed because you can't figure out why he doesn't want to be in a relationship with you. This leads to low self esteem. You then find other ways to make yourself feel good. Some drink. Some smoke. Some even go as far as suicide.

Do you see the cycle? It's bondage. It's a ploy of the devil. And I know because I've been there. Let's just say that I have been through all of the above and more....

My plea, my cry, my prayer is that if you are in this situation, get down on your knees and cry out to the Lord. You CAN'T get out of it alone. You will end up going back. It's a never ending cycle. And if you do get out without Jesus, believe that you will end up in the same situation with someone else. The devil knows no new tricks. You gotta be ready. You gotta be prayed up and armed.

I know some people don't believe in God. And I feel sorry for you. I really do. Because I have gone through this situation twice. The first time, I just eventually got over it- after two years. But the next man that I dated ended up putting me through the exact same thing. And I cried out to God to help me. There is a huge difference in the outcome.

With the first, I dreamed about him EVERY SINGLE NIGHT for an entire year. I kid you not. The devil was NOT going to let me go that easy. I went as far as to move out of the state to get over the situation. But I was still haunted in my dreams.

With the second, I let go, let God. I now use my experiences to help others because I can. I'm over it. It's done. I do miss him. I do think about him. But I now know that God has much more in store for me. I understand who I am in Christ. I understand my value. I understand the promises that God has made to me. And that is what keeps me going without looking back.

And it was "all she wrote." =)

Traces of You

I should be working on this play that I'm co-writing for church. But, my brain needs to digest some things. Alas, I shall write.

A few weeks back, Easter Sunday to be exact, my soror called me. She has been a spiritual confidant for me. She randomly IM's me or calls me about things. And the things that she has to say to me are TOTALLY random, yet on point. There is no way that she would have a clue as to what is going on in my life. It's straight from God.

The first time this happened to me was during my freshman year of undergrad. I had been battling within myself about God and His love for me. No one knew about this though. Some friends and I were sitting in the dining hall and I began to sing. Across the way from me was a guy who would try to school me on the ways of the Lord. I would go and talk to him from time to time. But anywho, about twenty minutes later, One of Gavin's friends called me into another room. He said that Gavin wanted to talk to me.

I went into that room. And Gavin began praying and telling me things. He was answering questions that I had with God. There was NO way that he knew that those were issues with me. This was my first experience with something like this- and I didn't quite know how to take it. Needless to say, God was speaking to me through him.

Fast forward 7 years and about 3 spiritual uploads later- God is using my soror to do the same thing. She called me and asked me what major changes I'd made in my life. I was confused. So naturally I said, "huh?" She asked me again. This time she said, "have you made any promises or declarations?" I immediately thought to the past Wednesday night. "Yes, I told God that I would trust Him, no matter what."

Turns out that she already knew this. And she proceeded to tell me what she knew and what the Lord told her to tell me. I'm not going to go into it. Too much information.

So, last night, I'm on the phone with another friend. She is going on and on about the bad as well as wonderful things that are happening in her life. And she attributed them all to her relationship with God- in a sense of tests and rewards.

I immediately began to wonder why I haven't seen any of my sorors words manifest in my life. I began to wonder why things are so calm for me right now. Why isn't Satan attacking me? Am I doing something wrong? Why haven't I seen any fruits? Am I not seeking hard enough?

TWO seconds before me and my friend got off the phone, my soror beeps in. We begin to talk. And because God is an "on time" God, she spoke to me and not knowingly let me know that everything is fine. Not everything is going to be instantaneous.

She used the "Polaroid metaphor" to explain it to me. She said that her pastor always talks about how nowadays, we want to take Polaroid pictures. We want to snap, shake, and get results. But God doesn't always work that way. Sometimes God requires us to take the picture, submerge it in the developing solution, and still let it hang to dry. It may take longer, the results aren't instant, but the results will last longer. Think about it- those old Polaroids that you have at home- aren't a lot of them fading?

Fast forward to this morning. I'm driving to work. I turn on the radio. "Yolanda Adam's Points of Power" was on. I caught the end of it. But I believe they were in Psalm 24. I remember her saying that we shouldn't pray and ask God for a sign. That is a sign of spiritual immaturity. She said that we should ask God for his goodness. And when you see His goodness manifested, that shows that His presence is indeed with you. I immediately thought back to my soror's phone call. She didn't know it, but God used her to let me know that I need to be still, continue to do good, and wait on Him. Don't grow weary in good deeds. When I realized his goodness and presence was with me last night, I let go a mighty "Hallelujah!" =)

God is good. I may not see anything happening. At times I feel like everything is stagnant. But I know that my prayer, worship, and sacrifice is all working together for my good. God is receiving it in the spiritual realm. I'm just waiting for my blessings to catch up and overtake me in the natural.

Praise God!

Loving Me for Me

All that is on my mind is Jesus and my hair!!!!! Ha! And I need to come correct. I will spend hours on end on people's Fotki's and Nappturality.com. That is time that could be spent with my Lord. *sigh* I beat myself up about it a lot....... but anywho- since we're on the subject of hair.. See what I mean??? LOL... I just wanna talk about it and talk about it!

My friends think I'm a weirdo. I'm so quick to undo a flat twist and show them the nappy's that are growing in. I'm so intrigued with my hair. And this hair journey has been about more than just my hair. I'm learning to love me.

First, let me say that there is nothing wrong with a woman who wants to relax her hair. I was addicted to the creamy crack for almost 13 years! Black women are beautiful regardless of what weight, shape, skin tone, or style they decide to wear their hair in.

HOWEVER, for me, I feel like it's high time that I truly love the woman that God created. He didn't give me a head full of straight hair. Granted, I took very good care of my hair. I became a "relaxed hair" expert!! I always got compliments on my hair. But I've come to realize that that's not me.

No, I am not my hair. I am not my skin. Shout out to Ms. Arie. So if you choose to relax- do you!

But, how can I be ashamed of something that God created? Why would I change my kinks, curls, and nappys? What's the REAL reason why I relaxed?

1. I wanted to do it. It's like a rite of passage for little black girls.

2. I wanted straight hair. It's that simple.

3. "Nappy" has been turned into a negative thing. And I believed that. I believed that I had to "fix" my hair by burning it straight every couple months.

4. It's sexier and more accepted. Turn on the T.V. What do you see? Black women in weaves and wigs. It makes sense to me now when I think about that lyric that Lauren spit:

"It's silly when girls sell their soul because it's in...Look at where you be in hair weaves like Europeans...Fake nails done by Koreans...Come again"

I was at a friends house the other night and her son walked in. We got on the topic of hair and I told him that I was cutting mine off to go napptural. He immediately exclaimed, "NOOOOO! It's so pretty!" So, I asked him what was so great about long straight hair. What makes it so pretty? He responded, "It's sexy!" I then told him, "Well, I'ma make nappy sexy!!" =)

Some where down the line I fell into society's way of thinking: long + straight=beauty. God is perfect. He makes no mistakes. He made me this way. So, how in the world did I ever think that anything about me was ugly??? It's like slapping Him in the face. "Ok Lord, I know You had good intentions when you made me this way, HOWEVER, it's just not working for me." Really?!? Wow....

And again, if you relax- more power to you! I'm not knocking it. I'm simply sharing my point of view. My realization. My journey. Our journey's are different. Thank God! I'm me and you are you! =)

I'm learning to love me for me. I used to hide behind my hair. I've never thought that I was ugly. But I knew that I had nice hair. If my hair wasn't done, I felt ugly. I rocked short hair in high school. But it was relaxed and ON POINT! Never out of place.

And now that I'm transitioning; wearing it twisted straight back, not slicking down my edges, letting the nappys do their thing, it's kind of freeing. I feel beautiful. This is me: frizzy hair, big forehead and all.