It's been awhile since my last post and I have some major growth to go along with that amount of away time. As my hair grows, each strand seems to display its own texture as if it's proud to be different. Much like my children, my hair never ceases to amaze me.
Today after I wet it in the shower my hair had some fabulous coils here and there, primarily around the perimeter of my head. Those coils are so darned cute. Then there's the area in the front that proceeds to the middle of my head, much like a mohawk, that is a cottony cloud. So imagine this, coils, not really curls so much - more like a spring that has sprung from a pen, running along the outside of puffy, poufy cloud.
What on earth is a girl to do with that combination? I'll tell you the only way to get my whole head in a uniform look is to, with conditioner - and I mean a lot of conditioner - comb it all out. Then my whole head is a cottony cloud, usually leaving behind just a coil or two that has made its hiding place behind my ear.
I am still amazed by natural hair and by the fact that more black women don't have a clue what their hair is like under that relaxer. Natural hair is beautiful, it's versatile, it is a part of what makes us different from straight-haired women. In reality, most of the straight-haired women can do nothing else with that texture, so why pull my coils into submission to look like everyone else? For me, natural hair is what makes me stand out. I am not my hair, but I'm glad that what my hair does say about me is that I'm happy with ME...naturally.
Monday, June 9, 2008
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