Watch me empty the clip, hair flips.

From the spiritual protection to the tangible confidence, the wig life is proving to be a life for me. And this Oakland baseball hat has my Dad's ancestral energy showering me with abundance.

I can’t lie, this 24 inch chocolate brown bust down changed me, I knew it would. The moment I put on the ginger 14 inch for NY; I knew that wigs were going to become a major part of my identity moving forward. However, the narrative from the environment I grew up in had a dissent dislike for wigs painting a clear imagine of insecurity in the women that wore them.

If you don’t know the story of how my hair ended up shaved, in a quick summary a professional stylist I trusted maliciously burnt my hair off as a way to put me in my place. And yes she still needs her ass beat, but I choose to be a good person when my daughter is watching. Instead I embraced my new look with a fresh platinum blonde buzz cut that I wore for over a year. It was practical and comfortable for the journey I was on, traveling across the country with just a suitcase living in Airbnbs and on an air mattress until we finally made it home to Oakland. I kept it cut and blonde until my thirty-four birthday last November.

The journey home allowed me to define my personal style centered around practical comfort. What feels good on my body, looks good on my current body, and makes me feel confident; that’s practical comfort for me. The clothing I wear is my true size and not one that squeezes my body in all the wrong places. After eight years, I’m letting go of my makeup artist all black uniform and adding color into my wardrobe.

Practical comfort is making self-care practices include me caring for my luxury expenses. I made a one time investment in the supplies to maintain my own gel manicures at home. Every three weeks I spend dedicated time and focus on doing my nails the way I want. My wife and daughter both get theirs done too, and we all have a matching finger every new manicure. We not only are saving so much money, but bonding in new ways as a family. This is important to me, because as a Shamanic Reiki Master as one of my many spiritual gifts, I have always had to be careful about who provides services near my most sacred chakras. My hands is where the energy travels so it feels better doing my own manicures, same as my hair because of the crown and soul star chakras.

The blessings that occurred in my life last year have groomed my mindset into being intentional about my every move. In my new home, my dream home, I’m curating myself completely from a new lens. I’m obsessed with the new versions of myself that have developed. My Oakland green hat is becoming my signature touch, like my Daddy with his Yankee’s hat. But the wigs, that’s been the magic unlocked. It’s brought back a confidence in myself I have not felt since before I loc’d my hair in 2020, back in my twenties. I feel free, beautiful in a new way; I feel delicate yet mighty.

For one, energetically I am now able to be outside without feeling the energy drain from being surrounded by others. The wig and hat combo is my secret to getting back outside, but also helping me step into this new identify I’ve openly struggled with. See the wig, the process of putting the wig on, having a blow dryer and flat iron again brings back memories of when I worked full-time as a MAC makeup artist. My mornings would be spent getting dolled up leaving me feeling the most confident in myself that I have ever felt before. That is until now.

Caring for this longer hair makes me take better care of my natural hair, and my natural hair is growing softer and more curly than it’s ever been. The wig is protecting my crown chakra while the hat is protecting my third eye chakra, allowing me to move with more confidence in my inner guidance more than physical appearance.

Remember that cracked tooth, that’s repaired. My mouth and teeth are improving too which I’ve noticed has given me my voice back. A rotten mouth kept me quiet, because I felt I was undeserving. I believe in general by me putting my focus on caring for my body properly is the secret to my life improving in the areas I’ve been praying for expansion.

I asked the Universe to allow me to be paid to exist; now my creative ideas that turn into tangible products, my innovative business models attract entrepreneurs who seek the support to scale their passions. I’m paid for my personal discoveries I share through my writings, and I have not worked as an employee in five years. I flow as a vessel with divine trust in the Universe, that is what has lead me to where I am today.

A few weeks ago, my daughter asked if I experience fear because she doesn’t recall seeing me scared. The question made me pause for a moment, for one, wow she has the most beautiful mind to be almost nine years old. And two, how has she not noticed my fear her entire life? I explained how I’ve learned to do it regardless if I’m scared. Recently, I experienced that fear again, but it’s been a few months since I had this feeling. As soon as I woke up the fear settled in my body, causing me to wonder if I could afford to maintain such a beautiful lifestyle I dreamt for myself. Was this dream temporary, will my life go back to normal soon?

But most importantly, did I fail the mission? Then I thought about the conversation with my daughter, and how I prepare for my goals by alchemizing the fear into purpose. I create by alchemizing experienced grief, anger, or resentment into passion projects that radiates with love. I am the definition of whatever she touches turns into gold. I am a creator, and one that brings intention into all creations brought into the world for my community.

I will not say the wig is giving me this confidence, but I will say this. When I wear my wig and hat combo I feel as if I just put on my cape, which I can take off during times of rest. You see, I get to step into this character and step into the character of Mommy to a beautiful little girl, and wife to the most amazing woman in the world I am happily married to. I get to be all of those extensions of myself while being able to preserve some of me to return home to. It feels good not giving so much of myself fully to the world and showing up the way I wish.

This mindset is reshaping the way I once was conditioned to view women that wore wigs, now I see the superpower in them. I feel the confidence they radiate, and I appreciate the superpower it gives me. After a decade career in makeup, there is power in my five minute makeup routine: tinted moisturizer, bronzer, blush, mascara, liner and lipstick. The simplicity keeps the focus on my natural beauty allowing the makeup to be only an enhancement which was my signature style that built my books. Practical comfort, I feel like a polished version of myself when I do simple makeup rather than trending looks.

My gel manicures are natural curve shape, very short because again practical comfort, my work requires my nails to be short to avoid breaks. I type on a computer every day for work, I write books for a living. Now adding the actual construction of making the book from start to finish, so the nails have to stay short. Before my career shift, as a mom to a Black child with locs the short nails help minimize crying on retwist days. That’s a cultural statement that everyone may not understand, and I will not explain.

Anyway, I would like to make this a public service announcement that the wig has sparked some shit, I was intentional about the care for myself and the results have blown me away. My stomach just got flatter, my clothes are getting fly, my style is developing, and the work is being recognized. At this point, I’m literally here for the vibes along the ride. I didn’t know I really had all it took, I didn’t really believe I would become this version of myself. And the best part is that this is only the beginning. Watch me empty the clip on my dreams this year, then hit niggas with a hair flip.

xoxo,
Jacquie <3