Why I love my hair (Part 2)

Hi, I’m back to continue the second part of reclaiming my natural hair. To pick up where I left off, the first time I stop using relaxers was in 1999. My little cousin(who’s mentioned in part 1) and I decided to grow locs. Now back then there was definitely not a lot of education or information on natural hair. So, we did our best, we started our locs with bees wax ( a big no no). Let me tell you, that was a really sticky situation to be in lol. My hair was so gooey, the bees wax would stick on everything. I wore a scarf wrap around my head most of the time out of embarrassment. I believe my loc journey lasted about a month before I said enough is enough. I went to a cosmetologist friend of mine to help me take out the locs, we both decided to just cut them off, after that my TWA(Tiny Weeny Afro) was born.

Now we’re in the early 2000’s, I rocked my TWA for a good while. I was loving it (so I thought I was) I had my natural curls popping and glistening..lol. I started dating this guy, who always made a “getting a relaxer comment.” I started feeling self conscious about myself. This guy I used to work with use to laugh at my TWA. I started thinking maybe it wasn’t as cute as I thought it was. Not knowing who I was, having low self esteem, basing “ME” off others opinions, I went to a salon and got a relaxer. I was back at square one. Limp looking hair, hair breakage, and having to make sure I keep my new growth relaxed. Even though my hair was straight again, deep down inside I missed my fro. I missed not having to worry if it was raining or not.

Fast forwarding to the mid 2000’s, I say about 2013. A shift started to happen, a movement started to happen. What’s this I say? Natural hair schools are popping up, and what’s this? A natural hair license available now. What is going on? Before I knew it women with naturally curly hair, especially black women was reclaiming their natural hair. My interest in the natural hair industry had started again and it was back like wild fire. I said goodbye to relaxers for good! I looked at myself in the mirror and said, I have to for now on love and accept me for who I am and for what the Good Lord blessed me with. I will educate and advocate women in the name of Natural Hair. I had an awakening experience. I went and got my natural hair license. And did not look back.

So, that’s my story. My story was really about self acceptance and staying true to who I am. I hope this inspires you to do the same. Or if you never understood the natural hair journey. I hope this story enlightened you.

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Why I love my hair. (Part 1)

So, to give you some background about why I reclaimed my natural hair, I guess I can start by saying I didn’t always think my hair was beautiful.

There was a time when I always felt I needed to relax my hair. Why is that you ask? Well for starters, growing up, there was always a negative outlook on natural hair. It wasn’t something accepted ( it feels weird saying something I’m born with wasn’t accepted). Most of the time when new growth would grow in my hair or anyone’s, someone always had something to say. It would either be, “ohh you need to take care of that” or “it’s time to put a relaxer in” things to that sort. Therefor, those comments stuck with me and I believed my hair should be straight. I thought it’ll be prettier straight.

When I reached my early twenties, I had a conversation with a cousin of mine ( who just passed away on this thanksgiving, rest her soul) about our hair. She said in so many words most african american women have issues with their hair because of issues stemmed down from our enslaved ancestors. It’s from our ancestors being told how they looked like monkeys, how they’re hair was ugly and so forth. It’s from, the face of beauty having straight hair and fair skin back then. It’s more than a hair thing, it’s an internal thing.

Since that conversation, I changed my outlook on me overall. I asked my self what am I  saying about me?

That being said, I will continue this blog next week. On my natural hair journey.

Thanks for reading

With Love, Donyell.