I have been natural since 1997, but I was still pressing my hair a lot and wearing wigs or weaves even more. It was not until about 2 years ago when I simply could not afford the expensive weave hair anymore that I just started my own personal little revolution and out popped my Curly Fro!...on the social scene.
No shade at ALL on my Relaxed Sistas. My decision (and Natural Hair Love) has nothing to do with you, it's just what works for me and I do not judge my perm rocking sista's at all!
I will not EVER say that there is anything that I wont do with my hair, except for getting a relaxer again...Holla if Ya Hear Me!
1. I hate the smell of a relaxer. When I was a little girl I would sit in that salon chair and grit my teeth and hold on to the chair arms so that I would get extra slick hair...especially my edges. Now the thought of me relaxing my hair makes my stomach ill. The message that I was sending to myself was that beauty was ONLY achieved when changing myself. I hate what the smell of a relaxer represents.
2. I Like the Rain!...and sometimes being out in it. I hated the feeling of having to run in out of the rain and making lifestyle plans (dates, parties and pictures) based on my stylists mood or availability. Girl bye.
3. There is little variety with a relaxer besides a haircut. Its just straight and more straight. My hair is NEVER the same twice.
4. Over time relaxed hair thins out. I do not care how well you take care of your hair, eventually, shedding, thinning and breaking happens. My hair is the closest it has been since I was a kid...well since I was a kid.
5. I feel more closely tied to my culture when my hair texture is visible.
I don't have a cultural last name or even a language that I can say is my own, but this hair...its everything that I am. All of my history...in these strands.
6. I LOVE when I see little Black Girls sneaking a peak at my hair. They know that THIS (BIG HAIR) can proudly be their future. When I was a little girl all of the pretty Black women had straight hair. Me and my Natural Sistas get to provide another form of beauty that contradicts westernized standards of beauty.
7. I hate the salon. Girl I cannot sit in the beauty salon for more than one hour. Clip my ends...get me the heck out of here. Y'all are in here gossiping and leaving perms on too long, 2 Chains playing on the radio. I.JUST.CANT.
8. If I want a different or more relaxed look, I can easily accomplish it! A pressing comb, blow out or flat iron is only a styling tool (or a phone call) away. It would take YEARS for a relaxed head to be in the place that I am in.
9. My life does NOT revolve around my hair. The maintenance of my relaxed friends makes me cringe. Always at the shop, wrapping hair, putting it up. And swimming...what was swimming when I had a relaxer?...It didnt exist. Now I can get into a Water Gun fight, sweat with no fear and dance until forever.
10. I love how big my hair is. Sometimes, its obnoxiously large. Natural hair has a cycle, especially if you are a Wash N Go girl like me, it starts out kinda tame after The Wash...and over the next few days...you have an afro like Michael Jackson in the 70's. And when it starts moving and bouncing....its like a little bit of life! I love that people look at it, its like a personal and a political statement while just showing off my Black Girl beauty!
11. I can get in the shower, wash my hair and leave the house. In less than an hour.
12. Men (not always Brothers) love it. I have found that Natural Hair sends a signal to men that you are beautiful and touchable. And I don't have to look like a grandmother when I go to bed at night.
When I had a relaxer the goal was to make my hair assimilate. Make it uber straight and to annihilate my natural texture. Clutch the Pearls...I hated for my new growth to come in. Now, all of my hair is what I used to call "new growth."
In this season of the Secret TexLax I am proud of every kink, curl and coil that God has given me. Although I will probably shave, dye, press, weave or braid my hair...one thing that I will NEVER do is perm my hair...not ever again.
What about you??...would you ever go back?