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The day I first wore my fro out since the chop.


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This moment means so much. I hadn't even realized what it meant for me to wear my fro out for the first time- what that could to to my heart, my soul. I was in Nassau, Bahamas, enjoying a lovely vacation where I could re-invent myself for a few days & nobody knew me as my dress code, but instead as a girl, who dressed ambiguously. There's a big difference in that. Most people now, who see me in more feminine attire, give me the same looks I used to get when I started dressing more masculine. Not one had mastered yet how to hide the shock within the digestion, and I didn't blame them. The world works in the wonderously unfortunate way of needing to grasp, understand, and dismantal all that is different. Unfortunately, the life span for the ability to understand is about .5 seconds before you've made a decision for judgement. I do it. We all do it. No worries. This is in small words, the reason I'm (sometimes) unapoligetically understanding. I don't have time to give a fuck about your half a second judgement- I'm too busy living my life out right. Boi bye. Human- bye. Not I. Not phased. However, on the opposite note, this day, I decided to wear my fro out because nobody knew or would judge me, and if they did, I (probably, cause the 5 degrees of separation thing is real lol) wouldn't see them ever again anyways. Perfect time for exploration. As squad can attribute, we're always down for the explorationnsss in life. Adds some fun, some flavaaa. (Insert Fanta's "don't you wanna" commercial tune here lol) I, in that moment, allowed myself to be free, from the bottom to the top of myself, completely. That day I gave into my full self, and boy was it beautiful. I've felt God in my hair, and myself, and my pride, ever since.  


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