I don't know the exact date or the exact hour that I decided that I no longer wanted to be a slave to what we naturals call, "creamy crack." It was last year, 2010, somewhere around September that I started to become curious about my natural hair. I knew that I no longer wanted to put chemicals in my hair, however, this was not the first time I had decided to do this. Back in 2007, I called myself trying to transition so that I could let my hair lock and grow, but that lasted all of about 3 months, and I was back to relaxers again. But I chalk that up to lack of knowledge, time, and patience.
So this time, I would do my research, thoroughly, and take the time to do whatever I had to do to go through with my plan this time. So I researched for months, watching all the youtube videos that I could find on natural hair, natural hair journeys, products for natural hair, how to maintain, transitioning styles, TWA styles and natural hair types. Actually, come to think of it, that's how I got inspired to go natural again. I started looking for videos on how to make my relaxed hair stronger, longer and healthier and I stumbled upon quite a few black women who had really long, thick, beautiful hair. And come to find out, all of them were natural. So this kick-started my interest in going natural again, and ultimately inspired me to take the plunge.
I've always had long and thick hair, and for the most part healthy, but I've never gottent past bra-strap length (BSL), my goal is to have waist length(WL) hair.
I've always had long and thick hair, and for the most part healthy, but I've never gottent past bra-strap length (BSL), my goal is to have waist length(WL) hair.
The more videos that I watched and the more blogs that I read, I become more and more excited as the months went by. I stopped relaxing my hair and I began to transition, wearing flat ironed hair, wigs, ponytails, and braids. Until, curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to know what my natural hair would look like. I had been relaxed since the age of 4, and I can remember is screaming and crying like the little girl on "The Color Purple," every time my mom did my hair. So I was pumped up to see my natural roots again. However, there was one person not on board for me cutting all of my hair off. My husband was not trying to hear it, but after begging and pleading like a little kid, he finally gave in.
On November 27, 2010 I did my big chop. It was the most exhilarating thing I believe I've ever done. Hubby was upset, and didn't talk to me for the rest of the day, actually he wouldn't even look at me, but he got over it eventually. He loves it now, he just can't wait until it grows out to at least the length I had before, and I can't either.
But I have been natural now for almost 10 months, and it definitely has been a journey, that I look forward to continuing on.
