Do yall remember this past summer when Beyonce revealed her short pixie cut to the public? The cut was totally different from the long free-flowing locks we’ve always saw her rock. And I admit, I loved the new look on her!
Beyonce’s Pixie Cut
Fast forward to 5 days later, that exact cut is what I envisioned my hair to look like as I sat down in the chair to endure the first snip. Now you may be thinking, “What?” or “How/” or “Who lied to you!?” …. Truth is I told myself I would get a cute little pixie cut and rock that all free and natural and I would have little wisps of hair blowing when I walked! NOT! I had a bunch of kinky, curly fuzzy hair all over the top of my head and I couldn’t help but think, “What the FCUK did I do!?” In my previous post, “I Am Not My Hair”, I explained that it took me a few days to be fully comfortable with my newly found freedom. But to be honest, the real is way better than your expectations!
Now, I’m not one to try to convert you back to natural or persuade anyone into anything. This post is completely about MY journey and what is working for me. The freedom that comes along with rocking your natural hair is liberating, empowering and as my co-worker puts it “Its my middle finger to the man!” LOL! Natural hair is so versatile and to be honest at this point in my life, it’s as low maintenance as it comes. Perhaps I will not be saying this once I retain a bit more length but as for now, I’m rocking with it!
The moral is: Sometimes reality can exceed your expectations. Take risks.
I stopped taking care of my hair somewhere between my last day of high school and my first semester in college.
Once I got out on my own, I started putting glue in it, sewing it up, dying it (myself) and I never slept with a scarf!
The real damage came after I gave birth to my son five years ago. At that point i didnt care about my hair at all. I never took the time to nurture and make it grow. I wore sew in after sew in- after sew in. And pretty much covered up the fact that my hair was damaged tremendously underneath all the three bundles of Indian Remy.
In August of this year, I had finally had enough. My crown had completely stopped growing and my edges were non existent. So I literally woke up on morning and said to myself ‘Ive had enough. Its time.’ I got off work and drove straight to the Hair Cuttery (big mistake) because it was the only place I knew that I could get it all chopped off really cheap and quickly.
I went in with a completely different picture in mind than I walked out of there with. The experience was horrible and I literally cried while sitting in the chair. My mind was racing, my palms were sweaty and I felt like I had made the biggest mistake in the world. Afterwards, I immediately got up and walked to the closest liquor store to buy the biggest bottle of wine that I could find.
The reactions that I received later on that night from my friends were varied- which did NOT help me at all. And I spent the night trying my hardest to figure out what to do with my hair and the answer was– NOT a DAMN THING because I had chopped it all off!
I woke up the next morning and the first thing I did was look in the mirror. It was at that time that I realized the shape of my eyes and the pronounced curve of my jawline and I literally said to myself ‘Im beautiful.’ That morning at Wawa (while I got coffee) I received a total of three compliments (I counted) and when I arrived to work everyone had something nice to say about my new cut. It was extremely nice and and ego boost.
Long story short– I am in love with my hair! Every kink, curl and frizz! I have taken a newfound liking to trying out different products and figuring out what works for me and my hair! Its new to me to actually enjoy taking care of it. Im free from perms and I have decided that Im going heat-free until I reach the length that I want to achieve- even if it takes me years.