humility....

My girl says I'm full of myself. The other day I was having a "damn-I'm-fine" day. I woke up feeling good and I knew it was going to be a great day. When I talked to Shortcake later that day, she asked how my day went. I told her I had a great day. Of course, she wanted to know what made it so great. I was like, I'm just too fine for words today. She was like, wow.

Yesterday, I had another great day. The sun was shining and I was looking good. So, Shortcake and I were talking last night and I was telling her about my day. I was like, today was a cute day. Then she says, you are so full of yourself. Girl, stop. Who hasn't woken up one morning, got dressed, and been like 'damn, I look good today'? Clearly, I have those days. She claims she doesn't have days like that. Girl, stop.

I mean, I have my bummy days. Days when throwing on a hoodie and some sweats from college are about as dressed as I can get. Days when a t-shirt and pajama pants will have to do. Then, I have regular days. You know, days when I just get dressed. You know, jeans and a sweater or slacks and a blouse or a sweater and a skirt. Some days I get dressed. Some days I put on clothes. Some days I'm up what more do you want from me.

I think its the new haircut. My confidence has been quite elevated with this new cut. I don't know what it is. I just think I'm sexy as hell right now. Maybe Shortcake was right. Maybe I was hiding being my massive 'fro and now that it is gone I can be me. I really needed a change in my life. So, it was like 'off with my hair.' And I couldn't be happier with my decision. You know what they say, when a black woman is going through something (or just got out of something) the first thing she does is change her hair.

I'm loving my hair (or actually lack thereof). I love the freedom. I love that I can wear my hats now!! I love that there is no such thing as a bad hair day. It's so great. Somebody just walked past me and said 'your hair is gone'. I smiled. She then says 'how is it possible that you look good with hair and without hair.' I just laugh and say I needed a change. She says 'well, it looks good.' I'm thinking hell yea it looks good, fine as i am. But I just say thank you.

Okay, baby, I see your point. But it's not like I think I'm too good for folk. Shoot, I'm still just me. I'm still a country bumpkin. I'm really smelling myself right now and it

Makes. No. Sense.