Goddess morning Royals 👑. First give praise and worship to the all High.
I don’t know about you all but my hair is my strength. It is my connection to my family, life line, my identity, my bloodline, my wisdom and my growth. It makes me proud to be who I am.
I have locs not dreads. Dreads are such a horrible word. It only describes hate, filth, discuss, and misery from those who looking inward. I am who I am because I am not afraid of being me.
To cut my hair to grow a new would be like shedding my identity. For most it means they need a new, so I can see them cutting their hair to start fresh. For some cutting their hair means they are getting rid of the old and beginning a new. I get that!
As for me the breakage of my locs simply mean i shedded the old, broke off a damaged relationship or necessary unhealthy piece of life. I don’t allow it to worry me when it breaks or how long it breaks because it is necessary to do so. I don’t question it I just go with it.
My hair says I’m bold, confident, beautiful, untamed, intelligent, honest, talented, and peaceful. I hold no ill will to those who doesn’t have locs so stop judging and hating us who do.
Accept me for who I am as I do you. I don’t throw shade because you are blonde, brunette, curly haired, red haired, natural, permed, or bald so don’t give me problems because I have locs. Discrimination is hate and injustice even to people with different hair. Don’t try to change me to fit your description of who you want me to be or who you believe I should be according to society. Society is wrong and people should look and be who they are unless they are harming or hurting someone.
Acceptance or not I am who I am Kenya with locs.
Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove