22 month locs

Sigh. I'm still worried about my weak roots. I haven't twisted my hair in over 2 months to see if my hair will thicken. I also started using castor oil to see if that will help thicken my hair. By the way I had no idea that castor oil is what us Haitians call huile maskreti...I used to pick the seeds for the grown ups when I was a kid in Haiti. Memories

Anyway. My edges are thinning. Maybe it's in my imagination but I've heard stories of locs breaking and I'm afraid that will happen to me soon if I don't do anything about it...

On a good note, a good friend of mine will sew a few of them together for me so hopefully that will ease my worries. I can't believe I'm 2 months shy away from celebrating my 2 years growing locs. Time flies... I started styling them a bit lately

J'adore the versatility of rocking locs. There's so much that you can do.

Well that's it folks. That's all I can say for now. Have a good night!

Beauty of the day

I have a tumblr account now

I caved in. I opened up a tumblr account. Now my attention is divided amongst several outlets. That's the beauty of the internet. Anyway if you're on tumblr here's a link to my page

tarralu

This blog is still my baby tho so I will still keep this account. Just felt like joining the tumblr family and expanding...

Yesterday I Cried

Yesterday, I cried. 
I came home, went straight to my room, 
sat on the edge of my bed, 
kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra, 
and I had myself a good cry. 
I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale. 
I cried until my ears were hot. 
I cried until my head was hurting so bad 
that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet. 
I want you to understand, 
I had myself a really good cry yesterday. 

Yesterday, I cried, 
for all the days that I was too busy, 
or too tired, or too mad to cry. 
I cried for all the days, and all the ways, 
and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected, 
and disconnected my Self from myself, 
only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others 
did to me the same things I had already done to myself. 
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen; 
for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up; 
for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away, 
to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty, 
and battered and plain old used. 
I cried because there really does come a time when 
the only thing left for you to do is cry. 

Yesterday, I cried. 
I cried because little boys get left by their daddies; 
and little girls get forgotten by their mommies; 
and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave; 
and mommies get left, so they get mad. 
I cried because I had a little boy, 
and because I was a little girl, 
and because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do, 
and because I wanted my daddy to be there so badly until I ached. 

Yesterday, I cried. 
I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt. 
I cried because hurt has no place to go 
except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place, 
and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up. 
I cried because it was too late. 
I cried because it was time. 
I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know 
that my soul knew everything that I needed to know. 
I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good. 
It felt so very, very bad. 
In the midst of my crying, 
I felt my freedom coming, 
Because... 

Yesterday, I cried 
with an agenda


-Iyanla Vanzant

Picture of the Day

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