Enough said.
2 years post-BC |
Going natural was a knowledgeable decision for me. The natural look was very attractive of course, but when it comes to hair styles, I can be very fickle. So b
efore the plunge, I researched other women's journeys. I wanted to know why--if not just for the style--do women "go natural." I came across a variety of reasons, but for most women, they wanted to embrace the hair God blessed them with. These were women who had gotten relaxers because it made their hair more manageable, and the long, silky locks made them more "attractive." The women had reached a point in their lives where they wanted to cut the ties to society's definition of beauty and embrace their own.
At that time in my life, that spoke volumes. I was attracted to rebellion! But I learned it was still so much more to it than that. I researched why women had relaxers--going back to that societal definition of beauty, conservatism, assimilation, and merely manageability--which lead to the history of relaxers...I can get very literary here, but let me just sum it up: black hair was unattractive, unkempt, and unacceptable. In efforts for black women to receive a pinch of acceptance from non-Blacks or even their own black brothers and sisters, hair needed to be straight. The straighter the hair, the lighter the skin, the better you are, and most likely to be half-way accepted. Straightening methods became extreme, in addition to skin-bleaching methods. Relaxers were the best way to earn some sense of humanly respect.
After the history lesson, I researched the effects and dangers of relaxers. Experts have linked relaxers to alopoecia, migraines and other health ailments. After realizing there wasn't much difference between an adult relaxer and my "kiddie perms," I said, "uhn, uhn." Done-ditty with that. I just couldn't find the worth in that.
Creamy Crack |
My hair started shedding (I won't say breaking...I will not claim that...but, yea) profusely. My ends were thinning, but my hair at the roots was thick! I didn't realize I was damaging my hair. For whatever reason, I thought this was normal. I didn't know that I had to treat my natural roots and relaxed ends the same way. Dealing with two textures became very difficult.
The infamous bob |
MY Big Chop |
The short cut was great, especially for my confidence. I had never had hair that short before, and when worn naturally, I thought I looked like a boy...with a hot hair cut. That's when I started learning about protective styles. I had my weaves, twists, Bantu knots, and even a half wig. I started paying more attention to my hair products, and adjusted as necessary. I (re) fell in love with my hair. I literally watched it grow.
Now, my hair is the business. It's long, meaning big, and it's healthy--which is the most important.
I'm going to name my hair one day |
--DJ