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C'est moi!


 You ever do something you think you might regret but you go ahead and do it anyways because........you can?

I do it all the time.  And a LOT of times, it works out.  Like this haircut.  I'm feeling myself.  I needed an update, a cleanup, something that better represented who i am right now.

I don't give a FUCK about what men want.  It's all about me.  It's been a long time coming.  I had that long hair that was a big fat pain in the ass because i thought it would make me more attractive to the male species.  

And i no longer care.  I like this short sassy hair.  It fits who i am.  

And if i want to have a little flirtation fun sometimes with a man..........i'm going to do it.  Beause i want to.  Not because i think it's what he wants.  

Something that hasn't changed over the years........i don't do what i don't want to do.

No shame in my game.

No giving away what my wants and needs are into the hands of the unpredictable and usually disappointing men that have come in and out of my life.

They come and go.  I let them.  

Why has it taken so long for me to realize that i've never been giving away my power.  I've been doing exactly what i want, and giving them the credit.

Dime a dozen.

Big switch.  


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