But there I was years later, okay with the fact that my curls hadn’t come out perfectly because somewhere along the way to me accepting that my hair didn’t need to be perfect, I began to accept that the rest of me didn’t have to be perfect either. I could make decisions and go places and do things and didn’t have to look, sound, or FEEL perfect.
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Becoming Confident and Free!
Thank God I am free! From all that hair that is… Looking at those pictures side by side, most of you can’t imagine what it took for me to embrace that courageous woman in the pink dress, and then allow myself to evolve into that confident and free woman in green. But boy let me… Read More