As Black women, our hair tells the unique story of our ability to grapple with societies strict and yet limited standards of beauty while learning to embrace our own. I never once wanted a perm to fit into the norm of straight, long and flowy hair like most of the women in the magazines. I was quite okay with my corn rows and wooden beads that I would beg my mom to add to my hair. And besides; perm smelled like rotten eggs to me and I was told that it burned if you put it in your hair. I also remember seeing how often people with perms had to go to the shop to get their hair done and I was like nah. The every two weeks of getting my hair braided was just enough for me. I liked my hair despite the long hours of combing, detangling, breaking brushes and asking to go to the bathroom just so you could see how much longer my cousin had left of my hair. Also my mom rocked her natural hair unapologetically so I wanted to do the same.
7th grade rocking the fresh corn rolls with my signature zig zag braids
Summer of 8th grade rocking the fro
Senior Dance of High School
Summer before entering freshman year of college
Summer of freshman year of college
Thanksgiving sophomore year
Something changed around this time and all I can remember is me straightening my hair an awful lot. I’m not sure what it was but as you can see it was killing my hair. It become weak, brittle and could barely hold a curl. Something had to change.
Heat damage starting to show from too much flat ironing
No more heat damage; fresh cut
Study abroad in South Africa; Junior Year of college
Peep the curl pattern; my fro was growing so fast
Summer after graduating from college
Wanted something new so got a hair cut
Tapered Natural Cut
Loving my hair
The move to Michigan for graduate school
Hair was growing so FAST!!!
Protective Styling for that in between phase
Finally decided to loc my hair y’all
Started with two strand twist
No washing for the next 6 months; How sway?
First wash after 6 months
First time retwisting my locs
Vacation in Myanmar
Exploring Cameron Highlands in Malaysia
Trip to Bangladesh to visit Kelsey
9 months strong
Could Finally make a ponytail
Girls trip to San Diego California
Officially one year loc’d
Back to Michigan to finish my second semester of Graduate School
National Association of Black Social Workers Conference in New Orleans
Enjoying the warmth in Michigan
A Few months into service as a Peace Core Volunteer in Swaziland, Africa
Thanksgiving 2016; Country Directors House; Impromptu Photo Shoot
Almost reaching that two year mark. As I look back on my journey, I can’t help but admit that its been an enjoyable one. Looking back, I would not have changed a thing.