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The hair of many a black woman is a thing of mystery and
constant anxiety to observers and herself respectively.
As a child, my locks were untouched and grew into a beautiful
afro. I loved my three Minnie Mouse puffs, two buns in the front and one in the
back and always tried to fit on my Michael Jackson hat (always fell off of
Changes in management led to Jelly curls (Coming to America…let your soul glow type) then daily braids before school and then the
big chop into the signature African girl’s low crop until university.
Since 2003(end of high school), myth and ignorance has left me
at the mercy of hairdressers, braids, perms and weaves, and ingrained in my
mindd that African people can’t grow their hair but every 8 weeks, I relax new
growth so where has that gone to because my length is grazing shoulder
length/neck length with really bad split ends to boot.
So off I went to a scissor-happy hairdresser and she blissfully
snipped off a few inches and then I took my depressed self home and made a
pledge to my mane that I am going to take care of you.(hand on heart excluded)
Knowledge is power and with discernment and discipline, I will
get there. I have joined a hair site called Hairlista , will join KISS.biz soon,
doing a little research and checking on YouTube what other ladies out there are
doing about their manes.
My nappy hair is going to be happy hair.