Thahabu

I used to avoid wearing loose T-shirts. I thought they made me look less “womanly.” But this summer I decided to stop paying so much attention to how “feminine” I look and just wear what I’m comfortable in. I’m a woman because I’m a woman. I don’t have to validate it with how I dress or act. I feel pretty invincible in big T-shirts. I regret not wearing them more often.

I let my friend do my hair last weekend, and learned the task isn’t as cumbersome as I and others made it out to be. I was apprehensive about suggesting it to her in the first place, but when I half jokingly asked if she was good with 4c hair, she wasn’t phased all, she was excited. I never thought someone could have such a positive reaction to the idea combing through my thick coils. I cringe every time I detangle a knot with my own hands, but she sectioned, combed, and twisted through the bundle of mess that sits on my head and I didn’t feel a thing, in fact it felt good. It made me feel closer to her, and it’s not like my older sister and other relatives didn’t do my hair growing up. But they never seemed as enthused about doing it as my friend was.

Reading out loud is awesome I don’t know why I was so against it before. Maybe because I don’t like the sound of my voice very much.