hair

Letting my hair go natural lifted a huge burden! I don’t feel like a slave to it anymore, which has made me feel less annoyed by it.

My hair softened those sharp edges. It neutralized the threat of me. It said I was no trouble. My haircut changed my life.

One of the things I have done for myself in adulthood as part of my healing process is make a strong claim to fatness femininity.

Some people would say my bangs make me look younger and I should grow them out, but I disagree. My bangs don’t magically change my appearance, but my forehead feels naked without them.

Of all of the supposed beauty “problems” in the world, for me, roots are really the least “problematic.” In fact, I love mine dearly.

Oh yes — you read correctly.

Being a “strong” and “empowered” woman is so hot right now.

I can feel proud of my cleavage and my combat boots. I feel fierce in drop-crotch sweatpants and preppy sweaters. I carry my edge with me and, with it, my own brand of femininity. Best of all, I consult no one but my own eyes. I don’t ask permission. I don’t seek what’s in fashion.