Today was the first day that a stranger has acknowledged the fact that I have dreadlocks. I got my first tattoo today, the beginnings of a chest piece. My artist mentioned that she thought my dreads look like the dreads a friend of hers had. When my dreads stopped sticking up at ninety degree angles, my family stopped mentioning them. I've gotten so comfortable with them that I often forget that my hair is different these days than it was back in March.
Much <3 to my hair, and the area of my chest that feels like five pounds of raw meat. Beautiful beautiful meat.