I love when freedom greets me where I am. It was slowly blossoming over the last two days but it burst upon me fully when I woke this morning.
I’ve always been so well ‘put together’. I mean, to be honest, my hair has never cooperated with me on this though. Coily and thin strands burst their way out of every restraint (usually called a style) that I’ve ever put them in, preferring to be left alone, to be free..
Today I won freedom from my bias of always being well-coiffed..perfect..combed..
Oh the joys of growth!! I freed the nipple! Now I’ve freed the natty! I’m looking forward to the release of more of the prisoners locked up in my mind!