Hima, I remember the day you were scolded on the elevator. It was one of the handful of moments that sparked something in me -- permission to stop disassociating-while-dying my roots, as you so beautifully describe it. Thank you for articulating this, I cried reading it. Love, Salina <3
Beautiful
thanks boo <3
Hima, I remember the day you were scolded on the elevator. It was one of the handful of moments that sparked something in me -- permission to stop disassociating-while-dying my roots, as you so beautifully describe it. Thank you for articulating this, I cried reading it. Love, Salina <3
So much love to you and your courage on the hair / freedom journey <3