Happy Free-Thinking Friday!
I have to be honest and express that I’m in too much pain to write about the death of another black body and the inexcusable actions of those who gain unwavering support from the “Land of the Free” tuhhh. I’m at a point in my life where its difficult to laugh to keep from crying but today, I have dedicated the day to renewal and the opportunity to breathe. In the midst of the chaos that is the black experience I have found myself at the cusp of another journey. About three months ago I embarked on a loc journey for spiritual, minimalist, healing, self-love, self-discovery, self-acceptance and restorative purposes. My mother and I spent two afternoons twisting my hair into two strand twists that are growing and shifting each day. Although the journey has just begun, I have learned so much while realizing I have so much more to learn. I am asking myself to redefine beauty, growth, acceptance and love. As a fan of journeys (in general) I somehow found myself terrified to begin my loc journey for many years but during these past few months I found myself solidifying the need to make huge changes, beginning with the unresolved issues in my life. I am about 3 years into my Self-Love Journey and I am tackling self-acceptance right now. So far, I’ve learned that I’ve internalized a distinct and linear relationship between my hair and my beauty. I found it difficult to feel beautiful when my hair was acclimating to it’s new reality but with time, I’m allowing affirmations, growth and healing to shift my understanding of what truly makes me beautiful. Every day, I just want to be a better version of myself.
Thank you for sharing these few moments with my words, now to conclude here is my, “Ode to the Journey”
Any journey that forces you to love parts of yourself that you used to hate is a journey worth experiencing