I Love My Hair!

So if you know me personally, you are aware that I, without a shadow of a doubt in my mind, love my hair. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my hair. It’s like my baby. (Strange right?) But I love it. I have gotten into the habit of obsessing over my natural hair. It’s kinda my shtick.

 My beautiful best friend and I at her graduation this past weekend

I “went natural” freshman year of college, after a particularly bad perm experience. Someone wanted tame my hair and being the immature child that I was I allowed it to happen. Needless to say, I hated it. Since then, I have gone through a myriad of styles and hair treatments to return it to it’s fullness and original length, never letting it get past shoulder length. (Hair on my neck makes me feel like there are spiders on me.)

 Straightened and cut for the first time in a while!

Now my hair is just like I like it and just like I think God likes it. There are lots of natural hair beauties out there who tote this mess about loving your hair “just the way God gave it to you”. BS!!!! No one likes their hair the exact way it comes out of the scalp or we wouldn’t have a natural hair product industry. These people are like a sect. They prey on women who are not natural and give them all of this flack about how they perm because they have low self esteem, that they want to “look like the white woman”, and that they do not love the hair God gave them.

This is utter crap. Maybe, just maybe, women just want straight hair. There are curlies out there with low self esteem and relaxed women who are perfectly comfortable in the skin they are in. I love my hair just as it is but it in no way is going to define who I am or my self esteem.

For some women though, hair is what defines them. It seems to be a common trend in young African American girls to want hair like the other girls.  The lovely people over at Sesame Street address this concern with the most heart warming little video that I have ever seen. This is one of the most beautiful things that Sesame Street has come out with and I respect them for their stance on garnering self esteem in children regardless of race, age and gender.

Forever 21 also has a super cute racerback tank top commemorating this video for a mere $13.50. At the moment it’s out of stock online and in most stores, so if you see one, snag it for me. 😉

Wedding Frenzy!

Since before I ever knew I wanted to get married, I knew I loved all things wedding; a weddingophile. I knew from a young age that I wanted to be a doctor and if that fell through, I wanted to be a cake boss. The work and the care and the love that goes into sculpting the intricate and fine tuned detail of each and every wedding cake, may be my calling if I suck at cutting open brains.
Besides the love of cake, I loved the glitz, the glamour and the ritual of wedding. It’s something sacred that we passed on, each generation putting their own little spin and flair on something that is as old as time and love itself. I loved the dresses, the affair and the lights. The shoes, the friends and the rings. 
But I knew that wasn’t for me. But what to my wandering eyes should appear…An engagement ring! 
On May 7, 2011, my honey asked me to be his wife. If he was foolish enough to ask, why should I be smart enough to stop him? 
Since the day we first got together, I knew that I wanted nothing more than to be his wife. He completes me in a way that I never thought that someone else could and I don’t mean in the gay way like other people do. Sure he is the yin to my yang, the milk to my cereal, the Coach case to my MyTouch phone but it’s so much more than that. Ya know? At the same time, he is fulfillment of all that I want in a life partner. He is my very best friend and the man that God has placed in my life to be an example of a covenant husband.
But enough of that gay stuff. We are (eventually) getting married and here is what I want my/our (hehe) wedding to look like. I have a thing for peacocks :

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Summer Bucket List

As a college student after Christmas Break and Good Friday (religious celebrations as well as days we are free to take off), this is one of the best holidays of the whole stinking year: Move out day! I am super duper pumped to move out of the creek even if it is only temporary. It is so very difficult to live in a town year long whose main attraction is the Walmart.

Move out day is a culmination of the best school events. No school, no more exams, no more showering with shoes on, and having my mom feed me.

Because I am not going to work at science camp this year (don’t mock me) I am devoting myself to the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness this summer for the first time since the sixth grade when I started science camp (again don’t mock me)

In honor of that, I have composed a summer bucket list of sorts. Here is what I (as well as my boyfriend) plan to do this summer. Some of it is work and school related which is the nature of the premed beast while the rest is just good quality laze about stuff. =]

1. Buy a good pair of brown leather sandals (I know that isn’t a location)
2. Go to Lazy 5 Farm in Charlotte.
3. Visit the god kids
4. Philadelphia Zoo!
5. Baseball game (preferably the Phillies or the Yankees but I will settle for the Braves)
6. Shadow a D.O.
7. Finish my research (Pray for me here)
8. Go canoeing
9. Work out daily
10. Create some good art
11. Get a library card and check out 3 good books
12. Take boyfriend to IKEA!
13. Go to an amusement park for the day.
14. Celebrate boyfriend’s birthday.
15. Celebrate my birthday
16. Find a church home
17. SLEEP!… well!