Happy Monday. So, I talked about my skincare routine here. Recall that I wanted to make some improvements to my quick routine, being that with age came crazy, random blemish bursts and also, I think my skin had become way too used to the products I had been using for years. Several months ago, I …
Because Solange.
Okay, dear Reader, you know I cut my hair. Well, I cut it again. And again. After the first cut, I went back to my stylist and asked for another cut, to even things out, and to color it, as well, since the gray hairs were like all these changes are making us nervous so …
it had to happen.
December 2012: after eight months of waiting and impatiently wearing two different hair textures on my head (the relaxed ends and the growing, textured, natural roots), I walked into a salon and big chopped my hair. The smile on my face below should tell you how I felt about my decision. I felt free. At …
back to black.
After a year of red hair (which was my third time being a slight redhead), I went back to black--jet black--this weekend. She got colored and also received a much-welcomed shape-up/slight haircut. As much as I love making color changes to my hair, here's the main reason why black wins every single time: Had to …
“when you gonna make up your mind?”
Confession: I lost a bit of myself in 2017. I think it happens to every woman. Here and there, pieces of who we are, good pieces, at that, begin to crumble at our feet. The sources of that quiet, subtle destruction are many. Discouragement, lack of confidence, heartbreak, loss, pain, unhappiness--so, so many things. Womanhood …
ain’t nothing changed.
As much as I'm thankful and grateful for the journey of changes in this life of mine (it took a long time to fall in love with myself, for example; self-worth/self-respect/self-esteem came late for me, but those things came right when they needed to 👐🏾), some things remain exactly the same for your Square Peg. And …
big bag, small bag.
Once upon a time, our fair chocolate princess was at work and in the middle of typing when a sharp pain shot though her wrist. Of course, she gazed at her wrist as if the body part could communicate why it did this to her. Thankfully, there was no answer (talking body parts may be cute in …
connecting…
And while the wires and strings and synapses connect, sometimes blogging and writing and This Square Pegging fall by the wayside. Nevertheless, I'm here now, dear reader. Well, I've always been here--but life and changes and connecting made it a bit harder to remember to talk about the process with you. This platform wasn't far …
Blogvember #12 and #13: Le Weekend.
#12: That quote to the left about sums it up. Our sense of humor. Our laughter. Our love. (Because, yeah, I'd traipse through a fire and/or super humid room for her, fro or no.) Those times when la bestie utters words that change my life. My goals to always be there for her. She arrived …
Blogvember #3: On Chocolate Pigs and Resets.
Real talk: since arriving in the Lone Star State in September, I've been ingesting sweets and junk food like a chocolate pig. I wish I were exaggerating. If you've followed TSP for a while, you know that in 2015, I embarked on a gaining health lifestyle change. I changed everything: how I felt about food, …
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This Square Peg. 