Long hair or short hair?
I used to not know who I was without my long hair (chopped in three shaggy layers). No matter what, my hair always had to be cut this exact way, left down…or else!
While dealing with some life confusion in December of 2019, I decided to go to the salon for a trim—a random salon instead of my usual hairdresser. Misunderstanding my instructions and/or vibes, the woman chopped off my entire bottom layer, leaving me with chunky shoulder-length crop. I was furious, but could she put it back? I thought about it. I mean, she could have glued it, but there were just too many strands! I clenched my butthole. I was already late for the party I was supposed to be at. Staring at the brown whirlpool beneath my feet, I sucked it up and took it like a man. I didn’t even cry. Was it the end of the world? No. Or...maybe. Some would argue the world already ended in 2012.
I started only tying my hair up in a bun (something I never did before) until it grew to an acceptable length. After awhile, I came to really like the look of my hair up. I was a brunette Cinderella at the ball! I think pulling hair out of my face also helped me open up more and become more vulnerable, as previously I always had hair covering my face.
Months later I thought I would like my hair better with a straight perm. I liked it on myself for only one day, but I didn’t regret it. It’s just hair! I’m glad I’ve learned to detach myself from a specific image of how things *have* to be. I even cut my hair to neck length on purpose.
This post is not really about hair, it’s about letting go. My past need to control certain things while blatantly disregarding others has been softened up and balanced immensely. In truth, there are many options for how things can be, and black-and-white, all-or nothing thinking is not always helpful or fun. Until experiencing more options for yourself, you don’t know what you’re missing. You can embrace everything. I already knew 0 and 500, this was about learning numbers 1-499.
But at the end of the day, I still like what I like, which is my wavy hair chopped in layers. Flexible about length now.
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This picture was taken when my first born, Isaac was weeks old.
My hair was permanently tied up into a messy bun. I lived in milk stained pyjamas which would be permanently half opened and man I still have so much love for my stretchy bottoms (which I eventually outgrew).
It was a truly vulnerable time in my life where I struggled with my new identity as a new mum. I was terrified because this little life completely depended on me for survival? That thought scared the life out of me and I doubted my ability to be a good mother. My relationship with Tim was starting to fray around the edges and I was delirious from feeding around the clock and getting an average of 2-3 hours sleep on a good day. I look at this picture and I feel a lot of compassion for the mother feeding her child. She is lost and lonely. Then I look at the mirror and smile because she’s me and I made it out ok after all. We all did.
It’s true what they say. The nights are long but the years are short. Somehow, we made it. Isaac is now almost 5 and a healthy and happy little boy. My marriage with my husband almost fell apart but somehow along the way, we held on to each other and came out stronger. We’re also blessed with another little baby girl!!
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Hang in there, mums. You got this. Things don’t get easier but they get better. I realised that your mindset is everything. Attitude is altitude.
I remember thinking I lost my old identity when I became a mum. You don’t. Truth is, you just unlock a new part of yourself. Overtime, more versions of yourself become unlocked. It took me years before I wanted to start this fitness and healthy lifestyle journey and I don’t regret it one bit. We each have our own seasons in our timeline. Children don’t stay little for long so don’t be sorry for choosing to prioritise them. Give yourself credit for being selfless. Just focus on doing what you can. Be kind to yourself. I’m proud of you. A little reminder though, you must take care of yourself before you can do so for others. Whenever you’re ready, your groove will be waiting for you. You deserve to get your nails done. You deserve a facial (even if it’s a diy one). You deserve it for being a hero!
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Lyrics bài này nè :3 :
You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
Fuck, your beard's weird
Alright
You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
We doin' this once
Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn
I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still
Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material
Dictionary
Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?
Yeah, I had enough money in '02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the whack me
It's funny, but so true
I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you
'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy
Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this
It's your moment, this is it
As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep
I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be this solidified
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
I'll give him my sandals
'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike"
But really, I don't care who's in the right
But you're losin' the fight you picked
Who else want it, Kells?
Attempt fails, Budden, L's
Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
I'm sick of you bein' whack
And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it)
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it
You fuckin', oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you