Don't Call it a Comeback!

Hola Pseudo-fab peeps!

You missed me didn't you? I know! But I'm back to give you something to talk about!

So, let's talk about Black health. You know where this is going right?

HAIR!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!

Now, my hair has always been my crowning glory. It's always been healthy and well maintained, and has been a source of admiration for most people that look at it.

But, recently, my hair has betrayed me to the point that I look like a Dr. Miracle commercial contender.
The "Before" version. Ya dig? SAAAAADDDDLY!

So why don't I do my hair, you ask? What has hapenned to Stephanie, Queen of the Fresh-to-Death layered hair that she's looking like Who Shot John?!?!?!?

I'm working out. I have made a concious decision to put my body and health in front of aesthetics for long term aesthetic appeal.

And I must admit that, although my clothes don't fit as ridiculously as my sisters (cue MC Hammer boot cut looking pant...ROTFLMAO..proud of you Stis!) they're doing better. And, per my sister this morning, my face is getting leaner. And my boyfriend says I'm getting a butt. LOL!

More importantly, I feel healthier. I'm able to run for the bus and not be that person on the bus breathing all hard like that kid on "Hey Arnold"
And that's important. As Queen Latifah and Clair Huxtable...uh...Phylicia Rashaad big up Jenny Craig and Dr. Ian promotes the 50 Million Pound Challenge, it is becoming more aparent in main stream media that we as African Americans are becomign increasingly more unhealthy. 44% of Black men are overweight. And, an alarming 4 out of 5 Black women (non-hispanic) are considered either over weight or obese (http://www.womenshealth.gov/minority/africanamerican/obesity.cfm). That evens out to a staggering 80%!

So, with all the hair options afforded to Black women (weaves, braids, going natural, twists, short cuts, etc.) I am going to be a big girl on this one.

Because, the fact of the matter is, no one will be admiring my hair when I'm dead and can't fit in my coffin.