You can’t open a magazine without being bombarded by ads about hair. Cleaning it, changing it, or maintaining it. But this post is about body hair and our obsession with removing it. Let’s just face it, western culture has a really unhealthy relationship with body hair.
So I’m a professional organic farmer now. Or at least thats what I’m saying after volunteering at EarthDance Farm School. Tucked away in Ferguson, Missouri, EarthDance is a little farm with loads of history. What started as a family farm in 1883 has now grown into a non-profit that develops farmers and fosters the community.
I’ve been reading a lot of books with themes that touch on confidence and inadequacy. Lately, my levels of both seem to fluctuate and vary by day. I was in a yoga class one evening and it hit me. I have lived with myself for twenty seven years. For twenty seven years I’ve been strong. I’ve been caring, resilient and lovable. I know these things to be true. So why am I so caught up in what anyone else thinks?
Last July I told myself that I was going to take my health and fitness serious. Since then I’ve signed up for two gyms, an African centered dance class, and kick boxing. One silly thing that keeps me motivated (besides these gains) is feeling good about how I look. When I feel good and know my clothes look good, I’m just a little more enthusiastic about working out.
*Dusts off cobwebs from my blog*
I was doing so good y’all. I started the year off right, making regular posts and then bam! Life happened. Sorry its been a ghost town here. A lot of things happened last month.
There were jobs I applied to/worked hard to prepare for and didn’t get. I had a 10 day work week at my current job. I felt like the walking dead. I’ve been studying for this certification. Basically I have a lot on my plate, but the most exciting thing to happen last month was my sister in law’s baby shower. I’m going to be an auntie!
My brother is having his first child and the whole fam is going nuts. My mom has been asking about grand children for years and I’m pretty sure she’s more excited than my brother’s wife. Honestly though, it was a relief to be surrounded by family and not worry about work, bills or any other stressors. That little break was good for me. I feel like I’m in such a better place than I was in March. I promise I wont leave y’all hanging like that again.
A year ago, I reluctantly purchased a domain, picked up my camera and started blogging. I’m off by a couple of days, but my blog is finally one! At the time, I didn’t really know what I was doing. I must’ve googled “things to do before launching a blog” a million times!
This past year has been full of lessons and I’ve changed quite a lot internally. This space has played a role in that change. Something that started as a little hobby because I wanted to share some bits of my life, has actually become something very important to me. In fact, I feel that my blog has helped me shape my personality or rather I have been given a space to express myself.
I remember growing up and being excited for Valentine’s Day. My dad would take me to the drug store and I’d pick out the perfect valentine card set for my class. I also couldn’t leave my teacher out. Or the class aid. Or the bus driver. I made sure to spread the love all around.
If we fast forward to the present, you’ll find that I’m still that little girl that wants to spread the love all around. But something happened with my peers where they began to loathe Valentine’s Day. Around the beginning of February, I notice people were getting really cynical.
I’m gonna be pretty frank. I’ve never been graceful. I’m quite the awkward mess actually. Sometimes I jokingly say I have the type of beauty that moves because I feel like pictures don’t capture me well. What do I do with my body? How do I pose? *strikes a pose and feels uncomfortable* How do I look?
This afternoon, my friend Chelsea and I went to Cherokee Street to check out Flowers and Weeds. I own more plants than I need to, thirty one to be exact, but that doesn’t stop me from exploring new plant shops.