Yesterday I went to the barber, he cut my hair to a caesar. So, my husband, my grandson and me will get our hair done at the same place from now on. My hair was growing, but then I would see a small spot here or there or wonder if a spot was old or new. I was sick and tried! Now I'm going spend some time living and less time in the mirror. It's been almost three years of looking in the mirror, sitting on the bathroom sink backward, with a mirror in one hand, while my eyes were hurting from being crossed from trying to see the back of my head. DAMN! I'm glad I did it. I put some make up on, a dress , my coach sunglasses and took the bull by it's horns. Free at last, free at last, I thank God I am free at last. I'm not going have to look for no more scarves to match.
I should have done this a long time ago. No spots, just looking like a beautiful soul sista with a big smile.