Blondie

Hello everyone! Hope you all are enjoying much needed rest this morning. I was in the mood for a color change. Yesterday, I stopped at my favorite Hair World to see what I could find. Two weeks ago, when Katie came to town, I tried in a light brown and blonde, straight wig. The store attendant that was assisting me suggested that I tried it. She was the one that convinced me that the 99j color was my color. She was right. So I listened to her advise once again.

Color has always been a sensitive topic for me. As a dark skinned woman, from childhood, I’ve been socialized to think that I couldn’t wear certain colors because of my skin color. Having two lighter skinned women teach me about black beauty was painful at times because their light skin, white is right complex, taught me that my beauty would be more difficult to see. When I branched into buying wigs, my mom would scold me when I tried on a color outside of 1b or 4. Finally, I realized that having dark skin wasn’t a problem, my agents of socialization were. At that point, I felt more confident stepping outside of my comfort zone.

I make looks, the clothes don’t make me.

With that in mind, this blonde wig that I tried on two weeks ago continued to weigh heavy on my mind. Hues and shades are important! These colors complimented my skin tone.

Yesterday, I went back to find this wig. “If it’s still here”, I told myself, “I am going to purchase it!” It must have been meant to be, because this wig was still there. Typically the wigs at this hair world are here today, gone tomorrow.

Also, I’ve been told that I have a big forehead. I’ve always hid my forehead. Today, I’m exposing it as well. My goal is to learn to to my flaws.

I tried on other styles while I was there.

This wig aged me. I felt as though I looked older and drab. The length and bump curled style is cute. I just felt like a soccer mom.

Talk about romantic! This week screams love. The color warms my tone. The curls were fun and playful. I really liked this style. I didn’t get this wig because I am saving to move out of my parents apartment. I figured that I could find it online for cheaper than the Hair World price.

After my purchase,The attendant cut the lace on the straight wig for me. He accidentally ripped the wig at the top a little. It’s not noticeable but he offered me another wig free of charge for his error. I ended up getting the last wig as well! Look at God!

There are lite victories in every day. This was mine. I don’t think my mom and granny meant to make me feel inferior because of the depth of my brown color, but they did. Actively, I’m learning to challenge the “truths” that I’ve learned from them. I’ve had dark skinned girls and women stop me and ask me about my hair colors. I could cry ya’ll. My little victories influence others. I am a agent. I am a powerhouse. I just want to make sure that my powerful agent activity remains positive! A few months back, This girl asked me if a red color would look good on her. She kept saying that her family tells her that she’s too dark to rock certain things. I wanted her to know that her black skin is kissed by the sun and blessed by the heavens!

That meant so much to me, that she even asked me.Something as simple as me embracing my own beauty significantly impacted someone else who was struggling just like me. This is why I blog. I hope you all can get some kind of inspiration, hope or comfort from my life.

Here’s what I wore yesterday.