Instead of being depressed I went home and pulled out the hair dye that had been staring me in the face. So set the timer on my phone, opened the hair dye box, and I proceeded to apply the hair coloring.
At the time, I was living with my dearest uncle. He asked me "Why Did You Dye Your Hair." I replied "I wanted a different look."
It was different look that I kept until August 2013. I chopped my hair for my sisters wedding and preparation to meet my birth mom. Well a year later to date on Friday, November 29, 2013, I dyed, my hair again. To me this color symbolizes my strength and me embracing what some may deem a fatal sentence, into a new beginning of life for me. Although It's been a year since my HIV diagnosis, I am still standing strong and I'm still here. Like Pastor Kim Burrell says "Don't Count Me Out!"
Live, Love, and Be Free,