I Thought Leaving Would Feel Like Freedom.

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  After a month, everything seems so normal and dull... as if nothing ever happened. I am happy, but I feel empty. I waited for this for the longest time... three years and counting. I honestly did not like how I left things. It felt rushed. It felt sad. And honestly, if I could go back in time... I would probably do it the same way. I can't help but blame myself for leaving a toxic environment. I was suffering. Scars have been drawn on my body. Unwanted habits have now become normal for me. I feel restless. I am exhausted. I am tired, yet I feel like I don't deserve sleep. Why, though? I only left because I was tired of being exploited. I want to be selfish. I want to put myself first. I have been nothing but a dirty doormat. My mind, soul, and body crave peace and sleep, but I feel like the moment I lay down, I will fall behind. Am I over exaggerating my grief? Or am I trying to convince myself that leaving was the wrong step? I feel lonely. I don't crave people to intera...

How I Learned to Love My Hair (And My Future Afro Wig Too)

 

So I have officially accepted that God didn’t bless me with Afro hair — and honestly?

That’s totally cool. 🥹🫶💕 He clearly had other plans for my crown, which is my hair 🥹.

I’m gonna be mature… and demure… and just buy an Afro wig, period.

 Like?? Just because I didn’t get the natural qualifications to slay doesn’t mean I can’t buy those qualities and slay regardless 💅✨

I deserve to feel good. I deserve to be loved and adored. So if you see me rocking some glorious Afro curls? 

Just know — God blessed me with the coin to buy it, and you’re free to feel jealous 😘💕

I’m manifesting Afro Diva wigs into my life 🤧🤲🩷

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