When Death Passed By Our Door
My cozy space to think out loud and make sense of life in real time. I explore psychology, faith, emotions, identity and everything in between. Not as an expert, but as a girl trying to figure it all out with honesty. If you're tired of vague advice and surface level healing. You're at the right place ♡. If you love journaling, deep talks and figuring life out slowly, you'll feel right at home here ๐ก๐
So I have officially accepted that God didn’t bless me with Afro hair — and honestly?
That’s totally cool. ๐ฅน๐ซถ๐ He clearly had other plans for my crown, which is my hair ๐ฅน.
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 ๐ ✨
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 ๐๐
I’m manifesting Afro Diva wigs into my life ๐คง๐คฒ๐ฉท
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