All my girls told me I needed castor oil. When we arrived in Gdnask both Roxy (hair and wardrobe) and Chef Stefanie brought me some castor oil. All natural.
My girl Nisa hailing from Oakland said..."oh you need to get you some castor oil".
Who even knew that castor oil was the black girls guide to edge growth?
I have some strong hair. But I scratch. My hands are constantly in my head. Always...for evermore, giving my hair dresser a cardiac arrest each time I come home from tour. She knew I was doomed when I said I was going on this tour.
And this tour...as exciting as it may be...is hard as all get out. Not only because of the strenuous schedule but because of the demands of the particular artist. Not crazy demands or nothing. Just time. It's like we all hold our breath hoping he gets to the next city. "He needs you and the world needs him.." ?uesto pep talks me...."But I'M LITERALLY SCRATCHING MY EDGES OUT".
Then there's ye old pressure of the white man. I think maybe I had one week of PMS, black church shootings and facebook arguments and I literally lost it. I had a cold, I gained back all the weight I'd worked off, my skin lost the "glow". I argued with my boss. Granted I have 2 other tours happening, but they truly manage themselves. I can't boast "grace under pressure" when I've lost all my grace. Point is...how to do you regain it, when you've lost it?
Nothing like a transcontinental business class flight and an air bnb dream to take you out of that fire. I had to have a real life vision board. Not that vision boards aren't real life. But I need my vision to happen in like...2 weeks. So I found this:
And baby...when I tell you I'm finna live my whole Sophia Loren, Talented Mr. Ripley life with my private pool over looking the coast? Some how, the holes I keep putting in my head don't even matter. I may even brush up on my Italian....see if I can get that old thang back....
When both of my girls brought me castor oil...thought of me enough....I knew I was getting the care I needed from the people who would give it me. It's a job that requires giving all day. And people taking all day. No need to ask them to give it to me. Duh. It's nice to know of a sister circle out here looking out for the cook out.
We get to Rome today. Can't wait to see how show #2 goes. If it's anything like my new growth...we gon' be alright.
My girl Nisa hailing from Oakland said..."oh you need to get you some castor oil".
Who even knew that castor oil was the black girls guide to edge growth?
I have some strong hair. But I scratch. My hands are constantly in my head. Always...for evermore, giving my hair dresser a cardiac arrest each time I come home from tour. She knew I was doomed when I said I was going on this tour.
And this tour...as exciting as it may be...is hard as all get out. Not only because of the strenuous schedule but because of the demands of the particular artist. Not crazy demands or nothing. Just time. It's like we all hold our breath hoping he gets to the next city. "He needs you and the world needs him.." ?uesto pep talks me...."But I'M LITERALLY SCRATCHING MY EDGES OUT".
Then there's ye old pressure of the white man. I think maybe I had one week of PMS, black church shootings and facebook arguments and I literally lost it. I had a cold, I gained back all the weight I'd worked off, my skin lost the "glow". I argued with my boss. Granted I have 2 other tours happening, but they truly manage themselves. I can't boast "grace under pressure" when I've lost all my grace. Point is...how to do you regain it, when you've lost it?
Nothing like a transcontinental business class flight and an air bnb dream to take you out of that fire. I had to have a real life vision board. Not that vision boards aren't real life. But I need my vision to happen in like...2 weeks. So I found this:
And baby...when I tell you I'm finna live my whole Sophia Loren, Talented Mr. Ripley life with my private pool over looking the coast? Some how, the holes I keep putting in my head don't even matter. I may even brush up on my Italian....see if I can get that old thang back....
When both of my girls brought me castor oil...thought of me enough....I knew I was getting the care I needed from the people who would give it me. It's a job that requires giving all day. And people taking all day. No need to ask them to give it to me. Duh. It's nice to know of a sister circle out here looking out for the cook out.
We get to Rome today. Can't wait to see how show #2 goes. If it's anything like my new growth...we gon' be alright.
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