11 months ago
more like an accident.
I’ve been carrying my actual camera (not my camera phone) around with me, taking pictures of “interesting things” that I find interesting.
You know, girly stuff.
One thing I’ve been trying to avoid since I went natural has been self-portraiture. It’s like hair porn for newly natural Black women. Sometimes I feel like when we take pictures of ourselves and post them to Facebook/Twitter/Pinterest/Tumblr we are trying to prove to our audience that we are beautiful.
So that’s where I falter. I take A LOT of pictures of my hair but I never share it. I click through these images on my camera or computer to just track how I’m treating my tresses. My hair wants to lock right now SO FREAKIN BAD and I’m trying my best to keep it healthy during the cold weather.
Before I left for errands this morning I took advantage of the natural light (I’m all about natural light) and I snapped a picture of a new mohawk style I’m trying. When I looked at the picture I was shocked.
The best mistake my Canon has ever taken.
I look at the outline of my forehead, my lips, and nose.
And I am pleased.
I am pleased.
The shape of my hair.
I’m getting used to it, but for today, I am pleased.
But mostly I’m pleased with the perfect blue/white light that God gifted us today. Finally, a clear sign that no, it’s not quite Spring yet, but yes, I’m lighting your path, my daughter.