As I was preparing for The WRITE Stuff, I knew that I wanted my usually curly hair to be straightened. Ten days ago I was rocking my two strand twists. About 3 days ago, I untwisted them and had a fierce, super curly fro. I thought to myself about my straight looking hair that I didn’t want to be bothered to do it myself, so I considered going to a salon. That idea disappeared when I decided I didn’t want to spend my money on a trip to the salon. I have plans for the weekend and my gas tank is on E. My greenbacks have somewhere else to go. Time was ticking and I knew I needed some hair therapy and quick. As I put my head in the water, the shampoo soothed my scalp. The conditioner tingled and I knew it was doing it’s job. As I ran my fingers through my curls, for one split second I wished my hair were relaxed so I wouldn’t have to go through what I knew would feel like agony to straighten my own hair. As I towel dried my hair, I could feel the thickness underneath. Standing before the mirror, I removed the towel and undressed a head full of God given curls that I have so grown to love. This natural journey has been just that, a journey. But I wouldn’t go back to pre November 2007 and the chemically induced treatments that I endured at the salon. I’m laughing now at the momentary lapse of sanity I had wishing my hair was relaxed. What was I thinking? I so enJOY being naturally me!
Category: Just My Thoughts