Growing up I watched my Mom, Aunts and my Mom’s friends all dyeing their hair, and I said, “Hell!” – they sometimes would dedicate a Friday night just for coloring each other’s hair.
About 2 months in, I received a call from my stylist, who seemed concerned. I had not been in for my 3-week routine, I assured him I was fine, but no longer felt the need to dye my hair – I would see him soon for a healthy trim.
Every day is an adventure. I wake up with the joy of discovering me. I feel confident…beautiful…. and mostly blessed. Thank you for letting me share my journey.