So, you know it is a story behind this. Let’s get into it.
I’ve been natural since 2006 and this is my third big chop. There is a stereotype that when women are “going through” they cut their hair. As applied to me, the stereotype is true.
I look at my life like three intersecting spheres: career, relationships and health. My career isn’t going the way I thought it would. You already know about the relationship portion because I am always whining about it.
And………I am currently THE biggest I have ever been in my life.
In January I decided that I was going to use exercise as away to stay focused through my storm. It has worked. I have lost at least 10 pounds of fat and gained muscle. I say at least 10 pounds because I honestly don’t know where I began in my weight. But I am running three miles again, weight lifting and I changed my diet. Excercising has been instrumental in keeping me sane and leveled.
I feel in my spirit that my breakthrough is coming. My hair for me represented a time of immense struggle. Walking into my breakthrough I needed a new look. I needed new hair. At first I cut off two to three inches. I hated the length since I was used to having it long. I initially was going wait until I reached my goal weight, but after I cut it I decided to let it all go.
On Saturday, I went to the barber. I didn’t like what I saw when the barber cut it, but since I am pretty saavy with hair shears I was able to get what I wanted. Once I finished, I jumped up and down because I LOVED my new hair. All face—including acne marks. But it was a face that was…..pretty. I saw past the flaws and saw my eyes. My cheeks. My smile. My forehead. I liked what I saw. Nothing was hidden.
Now without all the hair I can really focus on my workouts ( the sweat dries my hair bad). I can focus more on having a “look”. Your eye lashes really pop when when your face is the focus. I feel like am getting ready so when the breakthrough comes I can walk into it with ease.
It is freedom in change.