My Hair

If you have known me for a long time, or even if you just got here, I think it is visible that I’m always changing the color of my hair.

Most of them have a meaning attached to it, today I’m going to try and explain a little bit of what happens inside that little head of mine.

I have to start going way back and explaining that I absolutely LOVED pink when I was growing up, but with time I started forcing myself not to like it, for the simple fact that it was considered a feminine color.

I did everything to get away from that idea of being a “little girl”. I hated hearing “girls can’t do that”, “behave yourself”, “this is not ladylike”, “girls can’t talk like that”. As a born questioner, I did everything I could to rebel against the stereotype.

In 2018, when I died my hair pink, I was beginning to see “being a woman” as “being powerful”; women are strong, being a girl didn’t mean I was any less then the others, or that I couldn’t do something I wanted to.

When I died my hair blue, at the start of 2019, I had just gone through two situations that made me go back to that feeling of not liking being a woman. I wanted to get away from that, so with the blue hair came the baggy and black clothes.

After that I went through some colors that didn’t really have a meaning, didn’t have a set intention, and I always ended up back with the blue.

In 2020 I died my hair red, that was a color that made me feel powerful, I was secure with myself, that’s when my style changed and I started feeling more like me, being more confident.

This year I went back to blue, even though I loved the red, I started feeling like it drew too much attention to me.

Now I decided to go with green. Green is hope, this year has started off being very challenging and full of uncomfortable situations that require a lot of hope, and that is mirrored on my hair.

About Stretch Marks

This week I took some pictures I wouldn’t normally post because of being ashamed. My stretch marks have always bothered me a lot, I’ve always gained and lost weight very easily. Starting a few years back, the stretch marks started appearing on my stomach and I tried everything, even EXTREMELY painful treatments to get rid of them, but I decided it wasn’t worth it, and it was easier to accept the fact that they would be here. So now I’m still on this journey of accepting them, and even loving them, which I can do sometimes.

My Art

Ever since I’ve known myself as a person, I’ve always had difficulty deciding what I wanted to be when I grew up. I never really thought about the future, it is a scary thought.

When someone asked about it, I usually said something that sounded cool, like when I decided I wanted to be a diplomat, it seemed an amazing thing to be.

Time went by and I realized I loved arts, dance classes, like tap dancing, urban dancing, Brazilian funk, and so many others, I fell in love with the possibility of expressing myself.

I’ve never considered myself good at anything, specially not at drawing. When I found out about resin, I realized that art and expression meant so much more than I ever imagined.

I could create something out of nothing, or renew something that already exists, I could let out all the feelings I couldn’t express with words.

That’s why I started @moondecora and I have been loving every second of it, I fall in love with myself every time I create something so amazing that I can’t believe it was me who did it. I hope in the next year I can share even more of that side of me with the people I love and the people who love me!