Big chop💇🏾

If you know me, then you know I've been playing with the thought of cutting my hair for a while. I would get the itch every couple of months, but I would usually throw some crochet or yarn braids in and the feeling would pass. This has been going on since last year.


And to be honest, I've been terrified.

I mean it's my hair! 

You can't un-cut hair. 

What if I look crazy? 

What if I look like a boy? 

What if I got a million dents in my head that my hair is covering😳😳? 

I kept my fears to myself though and asked people that I love and trust their thoughts. 

Most women: do it!! It's going to look so good!!


Most men: you're going to look crazy. Don't do it. 


In February, I found the picture that I knew I wanted my hair to look like and I carried it around in my phone for months waiting for the right time. 

I don't know what day I just decided to do it, but I remember saying to myself, "When it gets consistently warm, I'm cutting it off!"

Again, this was in February. 

So here we are months later and I'm getting that itch again. No more thinking though. I just gotta do it. 

I get on Instagram and start typing in hashtags until I come across this picture:


One of the things I had been thinking about was having braids with a haircut, so this was right up my alley. As I went through his pics, I likes his work, seemed like he had an eye for detail, and was right down the street.


I knew he was the one.

I saved that pic and waited another two weeks before I texted him for an appointment.


A whole week! 

I didn't want to go to anyone else though, so I waited. 

During that week, I went back and forth about it, but then I really thought about it. With where I am in life, I need a charge. This is something that I've wanted for a while. I tell people to conquer there fears all the time. 

Now it was my turn. 

The day of my appointment, I was SO EXCITED!!! 


I just kept playing in my hair because I knew in a few hours it would be gone.  

I got to the barbershop a few minutes early and just sat in my car and looked in the mirror.

"Are you really about to do this?" 

"You're about to be BALD girl!!" 

"I still have enough time to leave." 

Then I jumped out the car. 

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted with warm smiles. 

"You ready to cut it all off?" 

I know I had a goofy smile on my face. 

"Yea, I'm ready." 


As the first piece of my hair hit the floor, panic set in. 


I thought, "I can't believe I'm doing this" as my hair is falling down the cape.

I tried not to look into the mirror too much because the one time I did look, I looked like Don King. 

Once he showed me the final product though, all I could do was smile. 

I looked like a girl! 

A cute girl! 

I still look like me! 

As I walked out the barbershop, I felt free!

"Ooh she cute. Ooh she cute."


So don't be afraid. Don't over think it.

Take the leap. 

Buy the shoes. 

Take the trip.

Cut your hair. 

I'm so excited about this haircut and the summer.  

It's about to be lit. 🔥🔥🔥🔥