Let’s start at the beginning. In April, I decided it was way too hot to apply more heat to my tresses. Standing in my bathroom under my vanity light sweating like a pig in a sauna. It was just unproductive. I would have to wait at least 30 minutes to cool down before I could apply my face. To top that off once I went outside … POOF! I achieved an instant attitude from the magnitude of frizz I continued to have.
So here we are nearly 6 weeks later and I’ve chopped my hair 3 times. Looking back on it all, I really should have just did the big chop intially but I was a punk. Slightly crippled by my hair, the task just seemed overwhelming. And I am not even sure why, I’ve had short hair before. Albeit I was 22 y/o and 20 lbs lighter.
I am a card carrying “race matters” kinda chick but I never noticed how much my Black culture affected me. I never even realized how much prettier I felt with straight hair. Even with all of the comments and praise from my #NaturalHair fam via social networking, I was almost in tears at the sight of my new short somewhat “nappy” curls. Could those images of skinny video
girl vixen models with 24 inch weaves really be affecting me?
I confess that I’ve never had a weave but only because my mother forbidded it and once I turned grey well … the fake (or what they claim to be real) grey hair is uber fake.
What I learned most about cutting my hair in general (not just doing away with chemicals) was that beauty really is about confidence. I had to learn that nothing about my face or my body changed. It’s just hair, that grows really fast for me. My hair story has taught me to appreciate ME .. all of ME! The bad hair day me. The me with the big pimple (hush up BFF!). The me that loves to laugh but hates when the joke is about me. I really do love me but I forget how much sometimes. So today I promise myself that I will love myself – NO MATTER WHAT! Short hair, long hair, 50lbs less or not.. It’s the only me I’ve got and I love me!!
Q: Tell me … Do you LOVE my hair?