My hair free and of natural flow wanders aimlessly in the wind
. As she whispers go left, my hair sashays left, as she whispers go right, my hair trots right. In this environment my sight is obstructed, she has disengaged from the effort of being previously styled, she is thanking the wind because now, she is free. The wind was her liberator, her way of saying she would not be tamed. This was how my hair was when I had a relaxer.
For those who are often confused to the difference between relaxers, perms or being natural. Relaxers chemically alter (relax) the natural curls in your hair, perms are also chemically altering products giving volume and curls to once straight hair, and natural is a state in which nothing has been used to chemically alter the state of hair you were born with.
For so long, I was addicted to the “creamy crack” called a Relaxer. My hair was free and easy. I luved her and she luved me.
Fast forward, to my pregnancy. An experience forcing me to give up the creamy crack. WHAT THE HELL!!! We as women give up so much during pregnancy and the ease of taming the beast or learning how to style natural hair was never an easy feat. My hair no longer blew in the wind so carelessly, it felt like no matter what I would do to my hair (when I did do something) she would battle with mother nature and mother nature would always win. The woes of going back to a natural state of mind and body.
In my early days of being natural, I had no idea what I was doing. I hadn’t been natural since I was a kid and even then, it was my mother was doing my hair, not me. If I did not keep it curled, I wore weaves. I did not want to be bothered and when I wore my hair naturally I always felt self conscious. This was a new life for me; it almost brought back a little insecurities of being accepted in “Corporate America?” However, breezes of wind blew in my ear and whispered that I was not alone.
I began networking in a completely new way…finding other groups of women who were having the same problems as me. Ways to style and keep your hair healthy
was becoming second nature to me however, I still did not accept nor understand the true meaning of being natural. In all truth, most who go natural are never truthful as to why they went natural and if they are…they glamorize it to make seem like they are connecting to their roots. I began my natural journey because I was pregnant and stayed with it because my hair began to thin ( a side affect of my munchkin being born). Being natural and keeping my hair curled allowed me the volume I needed. If I still had thick hair after pregnancy I would have went back to the creamy crack. Much easier.
It wasn’t until my fourth 3rd year of being natural that I began to have a true appreciation and respect for being natural. I began to luv it’s versatility
, and in a way it made be become more healthier
. Because I use a lot of natural products in my hair (olive oil, shea butter, coconut oil, Jamaican black caster, vitamin e etc) have a wonderful stylist, and began doing my research on how to grow healthy hair- pinterest and youtube became my best friend, the food I prepared also became healthier. And now, in my fourth year, I still luv being natural and I also luv my protective styles including wearing weaves or “tracks.” The wind and I have come to a truce. She showed me another side to her silly yet helpful ways. Now, when she flows through my hair, I no longer hide from her assertiveness but accept her with open arms. She adds more volume to my hair; she gives her life. I once thought the creamy crack was the best thing in the world…not so much. I once thought wind
was my enemy now, we are best friends.
I have become naturally me!