My hair is who I am. I sometimes want a more defined curly hair but I have to deal with who I am. It’s on my head. Everyone sees me, sees my hair, it is a part of my whole image. It can determine if I’m wild or mild. It can also determine if I am truly in love with myself or not and it seems that I’m not in love with me. I do not take care of my mane, I let it go wild in a manner that may attract but it keeps my self-esteem lowww. It keeps me in the pits, it keeps me wanting to heal, wanting to love my skin but I can never put enough effort to pamper this skin this hair.
I want to say I love me, I want to say I love this body, but where does the love begin when I’m hurting every day where are the vitamins, where are the minerals, where are the fruits and ve-ge-tables? I am going to try better next time, I’m gonna pamper myself like no other, I’m gonna love this body, from the inside out, no self-defeating lies, no feeling of unworthiness cause I am worthy of l-o-v-e. I am worthy!