Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I Give Up!

Over the past 10 months of my hair being natural, I have encountered many women who have asked me what I use in my hair, how do you get it to spiral like that, etc.  I see many women whose hair I LOVE and admire, so of course, it felt good to be complimented and asked for advice.  However, one recurring theme struck me - how many women have given up on going natural because they couldn't figure out what to do with their hair.  I really wanted to say to them NOOOO!!!! DON'T GIVE UP! but most times, I keep my cool, saying that everyone's journey is individual, while encouraging them to stick with it by trying a new approach - go to a professional who will teach you what to do with your hair.  We forget that we were all taught what to do with relaxed hair for most of our lives.  Just because our hair is "natural" doesn't mean that we "naturally" know what to do with it.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

My Hair Routine

Learning my hair continues to be a beautiful journey.  When Giselle did my hair, she gave me a list of everything she used and showed me what she was doing as she was doing it.  This was such a sharp contrast from some past experiences I'd had with stylists, where many act as if what they are using on your hair is a state secret.  Giselle empowered me with information, so I could go forth and do my hair well.  Since that time, I have experimented with different products, which can be expensive, but ultimately rewarding when I find what my hair loves.  Here's what I use now.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

My Hair Journey

Going natural was an act of love to myself.

I got my first relaxer when I was twelve years old and in the sixth grade.  I remember up until that point, my Mom spent hours doing hair - mine, my two younger sisters, sometimes others, in addition to her own.  With our hair straight, it took less time.  I don't remember thinking poorly of natural hair, as I LOVED the old pictures of my Mom and Dad with their dy-no-mite 'fros from back in the day; I think perhaps I may have thought of getting my hair straightened as something akin to a rite of passage.  I do, however, remember that four years before then, when I was eight, I wanted to be White like my favorite actress on a soap opera so I could be thought of as beautiful and be rich and live in a big house like they did on television; but then I remember seeing the women in Essence magazine and that was the end of my thinking that to be pretty you had to be White.  Thank God.  But I digress.