Healing Ain’t Always Cute
Let me be real with you.
Not too long ago, someone in my own family looked me dead in the face and said,
“You look a mess.”
Why? Because my hair wasn’t done.
Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m all for keeping myself up. I love a fresh set of braids, a lil silk press and laid edges, and that “I know I look good” energy. But what they didn’t see in that moment was everything behind the undone hair.
They didn’t see the work I’m doing.
Healing Doesn’t Always Come With Pretty Packaging
I’m out here breaking generational curses—not just talking about them, but actively doing the soul work.
I’m healing from a traumatic job loss at a Christian radio station where I gave my all and got burned for speaking up.
I’m parenting with intention.
I’m showing up for my family even on days I don’t feel like I have anything left to give.
I’m working out, eating better, praying harder, and doing therapy.
I’m rebuilding my confidence and reclaiming my voice.
All of that… and you’re worried about my hair?
The Outside Doesn’t Always Match the Inside
We live in a world that glorifies looking like you have it all together. Edges laid, face beat, smiling for the ‘Gram. But real healing? Real growth? It’s messy. Sometimes it looks like sweatpants, an uncombed puff, and tired eyes that haven’t fully recovered from crying the night before.
But even on those days, I’m still showing up.
And GOD sees that.
1 Samuel 16:7 reminds us:
“People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”
He knows I’m not just trying to survive—I’m trying to transform. That takes more strength than any hairstyle can give.
So Yeah, Maybe I Look a Mess…
But behind the scenes?
💥 I’m becoming a better mom.
💥 I’m getting stronger—mentally, emotionally, spiritually.
💥 I’m doing the work that generations before me avoided because they didn’t know how or didn’t have the space to.
💥 I’m healing in the places no one ever taught me to name.
So if you catch me on a day when my hair isn’t done or I look a little tired, don’t assume I’m falling apart. Just know I’m in the middle of something sacred. Something powerful.
I’m not just going through—I’m growing through.
And the glow-up? Oh, it’s coming. Inside and out.
To anyone else doing the hard work behind the scenes while looking “a mess” in the world’s eyes—keep going. GOD sees you. And so do I.