I just wanna learn how to make hair and make money from doing hair, fuck this corporate depressing drive/ladder. Braids, wigs, natural hairstyling… home service, learn at a salon, work a salon. Creative life mon ami, good money.
When I don’t like my outfit, I don’t have a good day.
When I don’t feel comfortable in my outfit, I don’t have a good day. . .
I’m having an “enclothed cognition!” kind of day 🧌