I have really good hair. From my perspective, it’s my best feature. Though I’ve been told my best feature is my eyes, but I can’t really see my eyes most of the time, so to me, my best feature is my hair. The thing is, I basically do nothing to care for it. It wasn’t until recently that my sister bought me some hair product, but I barely use it. In fact, I barely wash my hair. Now, it’s about maybe once a week, but 2 weeks isn’t uncommon. Not too long ago, I’d go longer than a month. But still, my hair was never overly oily. If anything, it looked even better. The less care I put into my hair, the better it looked. I always think that girls would be jealous.
And the thing is, I do have a secret to why it’s so nice. Although, there are some who wouldn’t believe it if I explained, claiming it’s just the luck of genetics (which isn’t entirely false). Though, even to those willing to believe, I don’t like saying it since, to me, it feels a little arrogant. But either way, right now I’m the right kind of tipsy to write out my thoughts without consideration of the consequences, so here I go.
My hair is a blessing from the Divine Feminine. Even as a masculine manifestation, I worship the Divine Feminine as my highest being. Religion is a choice meant to be a reflection of self, and I’ve chosen to dedicate my self to the Feminine, and so my hair is my reward. Not that I Am rejecting the Masculine, more just that I Am stating, from my perspective, God is a woman.
♡Sugar☆World☮ 