August 14, 2011 I made a decision to chop, chop, snap, snap, cut, cut, whatever you wanna call it I did it! I did the big chop blindfolded and nervous I chopped all of my hair off, not knowing the natural grade of hair lying underneath.
My roots, oh my roots historical lines drawing all the way back somewhere deep in Africa, my roots. Somehow my parents managed to produce what I consider a unique mix of natural hair. I am in Love! My hair gives me the opportunity to release my prolific frenzy styles to the world. Forcing them to take a look on the wild side and look at life from a blind persons perspective by reducing limitation and increasing risk. Allowing the sounds of their heart to dictate their personal style for the day. Style is not limitless its should bring about blissfulness, however in this society our magazines, tv shows, and fashion models depict a one sided deadened specimen of beauty. Embrace your true beauty!
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"I am not my hair, but it looks pretty cool"




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