Life ater ‘The Big Chop’ has had its ups and downs. Here’s a lil breakdown…
2 days after chopping my hair off with a pair of scissors, I asked Mr Man (a.k.a myTonga Bull) to take me to the local barbershop to ‘trim’ the ends and level it up.
What an experience!
What was meant to be a trim turned out to be a haircut (massacre)…long story short, I discovered that hair (or lack thereof) can invoke (yes invoke, cause that’s how deep it was) some deep rooted emotional skeletons…ones which in my case led me to tears and to the point of refusing to go to work the day after said ‘trimming’ ordeal.
Anywhoo…I’ve since been educated on how to comb said massacre by the very loving before mentioned Mr Man, (who has had several years experience in that area, despite having developed a preference for what im told the experts call a brush cut), and though it hasnt exactly been smooth sailing, its been a good 2 months.
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Im still transitioning- emotionally.
Sometimes I love my hair and sometimes I hate it. It’s mine.
Nappy, Curvy (sometimes emotional) African DIVA