Beautiful

The day did not end with random man and a stripper comment. Nope, this is Boston, where unsolicited side commentary runs rampant. After these last comments though, I'm thinking maybe I should spend more time on the red line, since apparently the orange line is filled with crazies.

So, post hair appointment - which was fabulous and was with the stylist that shall remain nameless becuase if I say his name I'd have to book appoinments even further in advance than 6 months - compliments were flying. And not that you should believe everything that people tell you, but if it's true, well, I like to embrace that as positive reinforcement;)

One woman stopped mid phone convo tell me my hair looked looked "beeeeautiful!" and another man, let's just call him Cool Cat, told me as he walked by "Young lady, you're the definition of a beautiful black woman." Awwww! You don't even know me, but you are sooo right! Hahaha, love it!