Who'd thunk it? Seriously, who would have imagined the little brown girl from a small town in Illinois who wore clothes pins, and every barrette on the very ends of her ponytails. The girl whose mother had to force to sit still why pressing "those" edges, that forsaken "kitchen." That same little girl who used to go to the bathroom at school and take those awful two braids down that she hated on each side of her head.
That same girl who didn' t quite get what made her pretty, cute, or lack there of. The awkward skinny girl who moved to Memphis, Tennessee with the large glasses just had to have a jherri curl because it would make her hair silky, curly, pretty, good.
The same little girl whose mother allowed her to relax her hair because quite frankly she was too through with trying to maintain it. That same girl grew into a clumsy teenager still not quite sure of where she belonged. Still unsure of her looks, low self-esteem.
The teenager who experimented endlessly with her hair, the relaxers, cutting, dying, bleaching, peroxiding, kool-aiding, braiding, weaving.
That girl who wish like hell she could just be beautiful. She has always been told she was a nerd, square, a tease. Not yet a woman.
Became a woman, still unsure...
This woman still experimenting in life, in love, in low self-esteem.
The endless hunting, the large amounts of money she spent in search of self, love, happiness in bag 1B, yaki, bone straight, curly, wet n wavy, Dark & Lovely, Optimum, Motions.
This woman got tired. Got tired of searching and just let go.
She just let it all go...
This woman cut it off and said its about me; the real me.
She accepted, and surprisingly became elated!
This woman is me!
Stay Blessed & Happy Locing!That same girl who didn' t quite get what made her pretty, cute, or lack there of. The awkward skinny girl who moved to Memphis, Tennessee with the large glasses just had to have a jherri curl because it would make her hair silky, curly, pretty, good.
The same little girl whose mother allowed her to relax her hair because quite frankly she was too through with trying to maintain it. That same girl grew into a clumsy teenager still not quite sure of where she belonged. Still unsure of her looks, low self-esteem.
The teenager who experimented endlessly with her hair, the relaxers, cutting, dying, bleaching, peroxiding, kool-aiding, braiding, weaving.
That girl who wish like hell she could just be beautiful. She has always been told she was a nerd, square, a tease. Not yet a woman.
Became a woman, still unsure...
This woman still experimenting in life, in love, in low self-esteem.
The endless hunting, the large amounts of money she spent in search of self, love, happiness in bag 1B, yaki, bone straight, curly, wet n wavy, Dark & Lovely, Optimum, Motions.
This woman got tired. Got tired of searching and just let go.
She just let it all go...
This woman cut it off and said its about me; the real me.
She accepted, and surprisingly became elated!
This woman is me!
Hey Queens, just thought I'd share!!! Guess what? I have been chosen as one of the 10 finalist in the online competition of America's Next Natural Model. I entered this competition back in August not expecting anything because, well, I know how absolutely STUNNING all the natural women are in America. To be chosen is an honor in itself.
So with that being said I am going to ask early in this competition for your support. I have never done anything like this, and I am nervous already. For 10 weeks, I have to do rigorous challenges, in hopes to not being voted off early. I am going to need your well wishes, and positive vibes okay?
Love you all!
So with that being said I am going to ask early in this competition for your support. I have never done anything like this, and I am nervous already. For 10 weeks, I have to do rigorous challenges, in hopes to not being voted off early. I am going to need your well wishes, and positive vibes okay?
Love you all!
4 comments:
Good luck and I wish you well.
Thank you Amarie!
Congratulations!
OK. You know you have my support Queen.
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