Meet Nell Coleman of The Bald Movement

I remember walking the campus of UAPB with this young lady and the band trips with M4. Ahhh those were the days. 🙂 What I remember and admire most about Nell is her beautiful, bold, personality and spirit as ive watched her build her brand and make a name for herself in this world. So it’s my honor to present this weeks “Sister With Vision”…..Nell Coleman. 

Tell me a little about yourself.

My name is Nell Coleman, born and raised in Little Rock, AR. I currently reside in New York pursuing my career as a model and managing an online movement called The Bald Movement. The movement is designed to help women regardless of their reason or desire of being bald to realize that Hair is like an accessory, whether you have it or not, it doesn’t determine your beauty or your worth, you do.

nell2Have you ever dealt with insecurities? If so, how did you overcome them?

This movement was built based on my past insecurities that were developed due to allowing others opinions of me to define me. I was very insecure about my skin color, my teeth, but mostly, MY HAIR. I overcame these insecurities by realizing that I was beautiful because I SAID SO but of course, I made some changes. I got braces to fix my teeth, shaved all of my hair off to free myself from the stress that it brought, and embraced the skin that I’m in because my skin is beautiful. I gained confidence in myself that I thought I could never obtain but with applied faith and much help from loved ones, I reached my main objective which was to love and accept myself regardless of what others thought.

What does being “perfectly imperfect” mean to you?

Being perfectly imperfect simply means being me to the best of my ability regardless of my circumstances or flaws. I’m happy with me, I accept me, I embrace me and that’s what matters most.

If you had the chance, what would be one thing you would tell a young girl dealing with low self esteem or insecurities?

While living in Little Rock, AR, I worked with a small group of teens who were all insecure for their own reasons. My goal was to teach them that regardless of where they come from or what was told to them, what mattered most was what they thought of themselves. I’ve learned that whatever you allow to occupy your thoughts, it will magnify in your life, so I had to figure out what they thought about themselves and then help them to change that negative thought into a positive one. Though it was a challenge, with much practice of positive thinking, overtime they would begin to realize just how amazing they were simply b/c they trained themselves to believe this. This is the same thing I do with The Bald Movement. For more info in regards to the movement visit www.TheBaldMovement.com

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Anything else you would like to add?

Bridgette, I appreciate you for allowing me to share a little piece of my life with you. I hope in turn this will also help others to realize just how beautiful and amazing they are too. As I always say, There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who’s unafraid to be herself.

Peace & Love

Thanks for reading loves! Make sure you check Nell’s movement out! It’s simply Amazing! 

Love, 

B

The Voice Inside My Head

Have you ever felt like you were at the end of your rope? You just couldn’t take anymore. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, be around anyone, and even form your brain to think about anyone. All you could think about was the extreme feelings of sadness you felt about yourself and your life. You experienced something that brought you down soooo low that you never thought you would be able to come out of it. Two years ago that was me. With the death of my mother and the ending of my long term relationship; those thoughts ran through my mind every day and night.

Heart racing. Shortness of breath. Tears beginning to well up in my eyes. Body feeling numb…every 3 to 4 hours the cycle happens all over again. I lay there trying to control myself, counting back and forth from 1-50… “1..2..3..4..5…….50…49..48..47..46”, praying that I will soon fall back asleep. Crying my eyes out sometimes because I can’t. When I finally wake up in the morning, the feelings I have are no better. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to get up. This little voice in my head keeps telling me, “It’s not worth it. You’re just. Not. Worth. It.”

The moment when I realized that I believed that “little voice in my head”, is when I knew something was wrong with me. It wasn’t until one horrible day that I was forced to do something about it. The devil saw fit to ease his way in my thoughts and it went downhill from there. As I walked down Alcoa Road one Friday evening, I begin to have thoughts that I’ve never had before. I was tired. Tired of crying, tired of hurting, tired of feeling alone. I start really thinking about the most painless way to end this all. Again, I. Was. Tired. My life was no longer important to me and I began to speak so much negativity over myself while devising a plan in my head. In the middle of all of that, I recieved a phone call from one of my sorority sisters. After ignoring the phone call 3 times I finally answered.

“Hello”
“Hey Bridge. What’s going on? Are you ok? I was just calling to check on you.”
“Yes, I’m fine”
“Bridge, you don’t sound fine. Are you ok?”
*hangs up phone*

I turned my phone off and cried my heart out for 15 minutes. Thoughts still pounding at my soul. Called her back and told her, “No. No, I’m not ok.” I ended up telling her everything that happened. All of the thoughts that were running through my head and how I felt inside. She told me to go to the doctor, but I refused. I worked at a psychiatric hospital and no one was about to call me crazy. I wasn’t having it. But after all of her begging and pleading I made an appointment and went to see the therapist and psychiatrist the next day.

I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder as well as Anxiety disorder. Prescribed Celexa and Xanax. I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want them to think I was “Crazy” or that I had a problem. But I learned that people suffer from these disorders every day and they don’t recieve help because of the same reasons I didn’t want to. Afraid of what others would think. Like I said before, I worked at a mental health hospital so I experienced it every day, but I refused to be one of “them”.

I was skeptical about even writing this blog post because I didn’t want people to judge me. But there are SO many people suffering from mental illnesses and they are slowly dying on the inside each day. So if this reaches ONE person then I know I’ve done my job.

Last but not least, If you’re reading this and are suffering from what you think may be depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, etc, or knows someone who you believe may be, PLEASE GET HELP. If you don’t know where to go I will help you find the resources you need and hold your hand until you get the help you deserve. I admit that I still battle with these issues, every…single…day. But through God and my amazing support system, I am 1000x’s better than what I was. Don’t allow that “voice in your head” to rule over your life and make you feel less than important. Less than worth it. Less than deserving. You are a Child of God and you are beautifully and wonderfully made. Believe that with all your heart. I sure do.

This post was made with love overflowing from my heart to yours. God loves you. And I do too.

Love,

B

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