Walking isn’t just a way to get from point A to point B, it is a cultural aesthetic that is important to our way of life. Walking as a cultural aspect of life is one of the many points that Rebecca Solnit makes in “Walking and the Suburbanized Psyche”, along with walking being essential to our bodies, minds and spirits. Solnit goes on to say that if walking continues to be devalued by our society that not only will walking as a leisure activity fade but so will our physical health, mental health and interaction with the outside world. As generic as the term might seem, the actual idea of walking is more complex than we realize. Solnit dives in to this complex idea and cultural aesthetic and persuades readers on the significance of it in our
Best Transitioning Hairstyles Even today the most challenging factor I’ve most likely ever needed to do was transition. The only real factor harder than determining natural locks are determining shifting hair. Remember individuals blocks which were different shapes you played with like a kid? You essentially needed to fit them within their correct hole, with respect to the shape.
Hi my naturalists, I 've been natural for a year and a few months (I transitioned); however, I recently noticed my hair has broken off a little in the front. The culprit is unknown, however it may be from putting too much heat on it (leave out from see-ins)... Anyways, I 'm considering doing the big chop (this Friday). However, I don 't wanna have to cut it so low mainly because I 'm just scared I 'm gonna look like a boy lol; so what do you guys recommend? Should I take another route or just suck it up and cut
As the sun hit my face, I knew it was morning. I got out of bed, threw some clothes on and headed downstairs for some breakfast. As always, my breakfast was very disgusting. It looked like burnt scrambled eggs with a slice of mouldy bread, same goes for its taste. So I quickly ate my breakfast, got my suitcase and headed off to school for my year 12 camp.
I just assumed I was. Color me surprised when the hair changed colors without my permission. I was equally amazed by the sheer realization of how life really does go through a process of young to old. My hair stood as a testament of the fact. I’m in the last year of my twenties and I
A regular concern I’ve heard and actually experienced is “I have no idea the way to style my natural hair personally.” After many years of getting other people do our hair, whether it is our mothers, another member of the family or perhaps a stylist, the idea of DOING Our Personal HAIR can sound really complicated. There is certainly not “wrong” with getting another person to do your hair, but with time it can turn into a little frustrating, time intensive ,and pricey. So, why don 't you figure out how to do your hair and then say “Why thanks, I did it myself”?
I woke up one day and looked in the mirror staring at my greasy straightened hair dreading the fact that it was time to blow dry my hair once again. At this point my arms would hurt of all the time that it required me to do my hair, to be exact 2.5 hours for my hair to look sleek and super straight.
The summer flew by in a breeze. I loved every second of it. I spent my days slurping down books and scrubbing ink out of my clothes and off walls and furniture. I could tell when my warm, summer days were ending, however. As the cool breezes and orangey skies set in, I knew school was around the corner.
All I can do is thank God I have a tomorrow to begin again. With that said, along with starting this blog adventure over again, I am excited to share other new journeys I am taking. One of the journeys I will be sharing is my hair! You probably already guessed it, I am natural.
I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. All day, every time I would think about it, I’d get nervous. My heart would speed up, my palms would get sweaty, and I would start to talk myself out of it, their comments flooding back to me. However, my decision was made. I gripped it in my clammy hands, closed my eyes and… snip!
Title ill think of one later Bright sunlight woke him. Blue sky was only barely visible through the shades and birds were chirping. It was a beautiful day.
The sun gleamed through the window as I sat up in my bed and stretched my arms above my head. “Wow, it’s awfully quiet for a Saturday” I thought to myself tiredly before hearing the words that began my day every morning. “Kaila, come down for breakfast!” my mother yells in Yiddish. I brush off her call, acting as if I never even hear her call me in the first place.
Hope you are well today. Well want to reach out let know how much you brighten days even if as Harriet I pick odd terms of endearment for you. LOL So this whole hat thing, you do know I have permission from Lily not to wear my hat due to being very ill… I have been ill all season my hair is falling out because meds and due to my all 5meds my head getting very warm my face get very hot, even without wearing my hat…
The feeling of being up before the sun added to the already tranquil mood. After getting my things together, I headed downstairs to eat breakfast. At this point, it was pretty obvious that today would be a long day; beginning my day with a hearty breakfast was a given. At least that is what I would have liked to do. Unfortunately, I did not have much
I stood with crutches, a neck brace, a nose bandage and an eye patch. I stared at the caskets as they were being lowered into the ground. The third to last coffin I knew was Emma’s. I started crying but tears only came out of my right eye. My parents tried comforting me but I shook them off.
