I am blogging about this one a little behind schedule. Last year, I exchanged digits with this guy who went off on my voicemail after he perceived me as ignoring his calls. I was not ignoring his calls, just busy. Some of the things he called me were "nappy-headed". I take no offense to that one because it's not true. But if it were, it would not be offensive but perhaps a compliment. He also called me a "stupid bitch" who needed to "get rid of yo mustache". I laughed about that one.
Yes, I have a mustache and various other facial hair. TMI? I have it due to genetics and a condition called PCOS, a hormonal imbalance. And truthfully, I can't imagine myself permanently removing it. I have had the money at various other times in my life and never did it. Now, I don't want to remove it for good. I feel that it is a part of me, and I have truly learned to love myself, imperfections included. As a child, I hated the then peach fuzz that has thickened to a light stubble.
Now that doesn't mean that I don't Nair or pluck it with tweezers. Nor does it mean that a date or interview will ever see me sportin my stache. But all my friends and loved ones have seen it and just accept that it is a part of me like my fingernails or "too" big earrings. I am not perfect. I am beautiful. They are not mutually exclusive.
I want to give a shot out to Frieda Kahlo, my mom, my cousins, and all my "Stache Sistahs" for giving me solidarity and peace when I see the beautiful hair on your head and face.