This was originally going to be a long rambling post about my 6 month journey of hair discovery, and something deep and meaningfull about how at a certain point in your life you have to learn to accept who you are and how you are and how blah blah blah, but since I'm short on time, I'll just cut to the chase.
Me on April 16, 2006:
Me on April 16, 2007:
On the morning of my 32nd birthday, I woke up and chopped off all my chemically straightened hair and then went to eat bacon & eggs. I still don't quite recognize my reflection as I pass mirrors, but I think I'm just on the edge of getting used to it.
My afro-puff is getting cuter by the day.