I did it ya'll! I finally put my hair on point with the rest of my life. No more chemicals, no more damaged hair, no more trying to be something I'm not.
I never realized how much my image of who I was on the inside was connected to what I looked like on the outside. This was more than just feeling crappy because you have a "bad hair day".
Growing up I wanted so badly to fit in, as most kids do. The trouble was my skin and hair forced me to stand out in a sea of straight blondes and brunettes, with swinging ponytails and long flowing locks.
In 5th grade I was once cornered in the bathroom and interrogated about why my hair looked like it did. I hated that my hair was just one more reason that I couldn't be like them; a "normal" little girl.
I was so excited when I got my first relaxer. I had no idea of the toxic chemicals that would permeate my body for the next 15 years. All I knew was that I didn't have to rock "nappy" hair anymore.
Even as an adult I had an unhealthy connection to the state of my hair. It needed to be tamed, slicked or straightened at ALL times, never resembling anything close to real black hair.
Now here I am trying my best to get my family living as naturally as possible, yet I was still hitting up the "creamy crack" every six weeks. It was finally time to stop trying to fit the conventional model of beauty, and define it for myself.
It was time for me to not just accept my natural hair, but love it unconditionally.
What's the hardest thing you have had to accept or change to live a more healthy life?
Lovin' my Locks in Granolaville,