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Dream with your eyes open.
Hello Ladies, like most of you I have had a tumultuous relationship with my hair. We fought constantly over trivial things, not agreeing on anything. One of us had to to be the bigger person and step back for us to live peacefully. The one to step back was me. I stopped trying to control my hair's natural progression towards greatness. I wanted it to conform to my wishes, to bend to my supposed needs and it refused. I have always been one to weigh my options, "Is this the hill you want to die on?" is one of my favorite phrases. And it was not the hill I wanted to die on, so I surrendered. I reached an understanding with hair. I gave in and I won. I am never one to judge your choice or your concept of beauty, but for me I have never felt more beautiful than when I made that first step. Sitting down in the barber's chair and having him shave, and ladies I mean shave off years of damaged and permed hair was freeing. I didn't do it because my life was in shambles. It wasn't a dare. I had just finally had enough. I didn't want to fight with my hair anymore. I was blessed with a wonderful support system (and for some of you ladies, you understand exactly what I speak of) that when I came to pick my daughter from my mother's house, she looked at the daughter who left her house with 16 inch perfectly coiffed hair weave, walk-in with just enough brush and the only thing she said, "get you some red lipstick and big earrings." It is not easy going natural. It is not an easy process physically, mentally or emotionally. Be prepared for a LOT of bad hair days, and a LOT of unsolicited comments. Remember, the process is not just rediscovery your hair but yourself. I hope in my own little odd-way, I can help those who choose to start or continue this journey.
Hello Ladies, like most of you I have had a tumultuous relationship with my hair. We fought constantly over trivial things, not agreeing on anything. One of us had to to be the bigger person and step back for us to live peacefully. The one to step back was me. I stopped trying to control my hair's natural progression towards greatness. I wanted it to conform to my wishes, to bend to my supposed needs and it refused. I have always been one to weigh my options, "Is this the hill you want to die on?" is one of my favorite phrases. And it was not the hill I wanted to die on, so I surrendered. I reached an understanding with hair. I gave in and I won. I am never one to judge your choice or your concept of beauty, but for me I have never felt more beautiful than when I made that first step. Sitting down in the barber's chair and having him shave, and ladies I mean shave off years of damaged and permed hair was freeing. I didn't do it because my life was in shambles. It wasn't a dare. I had just finally had enough. I didn't want to fight with my hair anymore. I was blessed with a wonderful support system (and for some of you ladies, you understand exactly what I speak of) that when I came to pick my daughter from my mother's house, she looked at the daughter who left her house with 16 inch perfectly coiffed hair weave, walk-in with just enough brush and the only thing she said, "get you some red lipstick and big earrings." It is not easy going natural. It is not an easy process physically, mentally or emotionally. Be prepared for a LOT of bad hair days, and a LOT of unsolicited comments. Remember, the process is not just rediscovery your hair but yourself. I hope in my own little odd-way, I can help those who choose to start or continue this journey.
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