Hair Revolution

I remember when…
…I had a jherri curl.  It was short and drippy. I hated going to the swimming pool because my hair would look like a furball if I forgot the activator. My stylist thought it looked best super short, but it reminded me of a bowl of asian noodles on my head.  What a disaster!

I remember when…
…I graduated to a Wave Nouveau.  This was the upper echelon of juicy hair. The new stylist promised a “looser and less messy curl.” This was the biggest false advertisement in my hair journey. It smelled terrible and I was still nervous about messing up friends’ pillowcases at sleepovers.
I remember when…
… I got the press and curl.  Looking back, I’m wondering what possessed our mothers and grandmothers to make us sit in the kitchen while they fried our hair and accidentally burned our ears and neck with the hot comb.   
I remember when…
…the relaxer stressed my hair.  Rockin’ the “Halle Berry cut” and the “Toni Braxton look” forced me to slap the stuff on my hair very frequently.  Bald spots and crazy breakage were the risks I took to keep my hair bone straight!


I remember when…
…the weave was the way to go! “Microwave ponytails” and a lifetime of bonding glue kept my new-lengths in check.


I remember when…
…I cringed when my hair was braided.  Sitting for hours while my mane was tugged and twisted like a contortionist into some long-wearing styles.

I remember when…
…I emancipated my hair.  Afros and twists were greeted with “Can I touch your hair?” and “How long are you going to wear your hair like that?” in Corporate America.
I remember when…
…my hair was shaved to save my life.  Three inches of my nape were cut to fix my broken neck and both sides near my temple to fit the metal “halo” for stabilization.      
I remember when…
…I decided to loc. I thought it would be easier and require less maintenance. It was the best hair decision I ever made.
I remember when…
…I almost lost it again.  The brain hemorrhage could have required surgery, but it didn’t.  God is able.   
Now, I have a crown that is full of life, length, and love.  
What’s your hair story?

  

  

Keep it Moving!