Sheq

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At one point in my life, I thought of myself as beautiful. That was not the case at this point, as I sat there looking at me in the mirror. Now I could see the effects the cigarette smoke was having on my skin. My face looked dingy and gray. I looked at my hair. My hair was thick black and shiny as it had always been. I kept it straightened with relaxer; Revlon super is what worked best on my hair. It was not very often that I allowed those little balls of hair to show up on the back of my neck (kitchens). I kept up with my relaxers pretty damn good and most of the time, I did them myself. I grabbed a piece of my hair and I sniffed it. It stank horribly! My hair smelled like it had held onto every cigarette that I had ever smoked in my life.
I decided to take a shower and wash my hair. I had some very good smelling shampoo that I thought would remove the smell of cigarettes from my hair. I got in the shower and I scrubbed my hair, put conditioner on it and left it in while I washed the rest of my body.
After a good and relaxing shower, I rinsed my hair and got out, I put on my robe and then I sat down to blow dry my hair. When I was all done with my hair, I sniffed it again. This time my hair smelled like perfumed cigarettes.
Yuck! I could not stand it any longer. No matter how much I had cleaned my hair, it still smelled like cigarettes. DAMN!
I also looked at my face and the dinginess was still there. I hated the way I looked. I thought maybe that was just part of the aging process. Shit! I was damn near forty and I wasn’t getting any younger, but why did I have to get ugly just because I am getting older?
I slipped on my house shoes and I walked out of my bedroom, past everyone in the living room. I did not say a word at a...

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... It is a done deal now. I am growing my out natural hair and I am never going to go back to a relaxer again. I am just going to let my hair grow in whatever style of locks it grows in.”
Sheldon came and gave me a hug and he said,
“Mama you are always going to be beautiful no matter how you choose to wear your hair. You can wear it long or short. It doesn’t matter.”
I was grateful for Sheldon’s kind words. Everyone agreed with Sheldon and they told me that I was beautiful. It was absolutely wonderful that they all supported me. Every one of my children came and gave me a hug. Eric rubbed my head and Paul said that I needed to get it shaped up and it would be just fine.
It felt good that my family gave me their support after cutting off my hair. At that moment, I needed their love and support more than ever. They were all so sweet; I did not have to ask at all.

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