Nappy Kitchen

No Temporary Thing

If anyone would have told me a year and a half ago that I would be willingly walking around in public with nappy hair I would have called them a bald-faced liar. I was highly attached to my regular touch-ups. The slightest hint of nappy hair made me antsy as hell.

The year of 2003 brought many life changes and shifts in mind state. I made more strides in learning to accept all of me than ever before. Near the end of the year, as I grew out my relaxer, I also grew out of the need to conform in terms of the long hair ideal. I've always been a social misfit of sorts, so it seemed natural that my hair "match" my personality.

When I look back at pictures of the big chop, I find it hard to believe that I had the ovaries to cut that damn short. But I was so ready to be free. As I expected, it was liberating as hell. It forced me to look within, to really take a cold hard look at myself and love what I saw.

So here I am six months later still letting my hair grow wild and free, letting it do it's own damn thing. Still loving how it feels and what I see in the mirror. Damn a relaxer and weave. I look too damn good to be covering these tresses up:

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That's a twistout you're looking at. I'd had my twists in for about 5 days, so it came out rather defined, but I actually like it to be on the chunkier lookin side. I think it came out rather decent.

Au revoir til I think of something else to do with this growin', changin' hair o' mine.

Posted by Lisa at August 10, 2004 08:21 PM | TrackBack