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big chop drama

So, let me s'plain what happened. Last month, I wrote this about my transition to natural hair. My original plan was to wait until this time, next YEAR to chop off the remainder of my permed ends. In my mind, my head was too big to carry off a short afro. Before I even jump into that, I have to credit S23 for giving me that final push to attempt this transition in the first place. I have, at least, 2 other friends that tried to get me to join their bandwagon...so I guess they planted the seed and S23 watered it (more like, she harassed the hell out of it, lol). And I kind of not-so-secretly stalked Kelly when she would write about her natural hair. I told S23 that I would do it, but I figured that I would crack and give in after a few months. I knew how badly my hair reacted to not getting a "touch up" in a timely manner and how frustrated I got at the sight of my naps, protruding from my scalp.

I didn't want to have a heart attack everytime I washed my hair and saw a small Chi.a pet in my comb, so I went and did this. I was happy with that style...until I went home to the N.O. Mayne, I was curling everyday and trying to gel my roots to combat the humidity. Inevitably, the humidity won. Shortly after I returned to the Comm.onwealth, I bought a flat iron. I decided that I was going to straighten my roots and match the textures until I felt comfortable enough to chop the rest of my chemically straightened hair off. However, I THEN decided that I wasn't going to apply direct heat anymore and risk damaging my curl pattern. And THAT'S when all hell broke loose, lol.

I tried all of the nautral hairstyles...twist-outs, braid-outs, bantu-knot outs. Nothing looked great with my straight ends, in my opinion. The only style that I liked was setting my hair on rods, which gave the illusion of a curly 'fro. It also blended the 2 textures well. I became addicted to hair blogs and youtube videos and learned how to take care of my natural hair. I got on a new hair care regimen to condition my hair at least 3 times a week, wash and DEEP condition, at least once a week. Well, this process was becoming a little too lengthy (for my taste) since I decided that my staple style was a rod set. It takes me 45 minutes to an hour to set my hair and then another hour to sit under the hairdryer (if I'm not letting it air dry). And for someone who likes everything to "be easy", I needed another option.

So, my birthday was coming up. Originally, I didn't want to do anything. I wasn't really in the mood to celebrate, so the original intention was to turn 31 quietly and be done with it. When I talked to Tee, she wasn't having it and offered to plan a small dinner at her house. I cut down my guest list from last year, b/c quite frankly, I didn't want to look at all those people. Now that I had something to do, I had to plan my look. I had my dress for a minute...the real challenge was to figure out what to do with my hair. I went to Michae.l's and bought some fake flowers that matched my dress. I was going to clip one in my hair and have my spiral curls flowing over the flower.

While setting my hair for the 20-millionth time last week, I got fed up. I was tired of catering to my permed ends. Plus, I was inspired by a you-tuber that only trnasitioned for 2 months, did the big chop, and looked more gorgeous than before. I decided that the hair must come off. Now, I wasn't THAT strong. I had my reservations. In fact, every negative thing that someone had to say about me physically, resurfaced in my mind..."lawd, your eyes are so huge, I bet you can see through me"..."your cheeks have to be the biggest thing on your entire body"...etc. Plus, I don't have the greatest skin in the world. If I cut all of my permed ends off , then what in the world would I hide behind? Guys like long and flowing hair, so would I even be considered attractive anymore?

I called Kat and asked her to help me cut off all of my hair. She was the only friend that I KNEW would help me since she's been rocking a short 'do since I met her. My best girlfriend had just told me that if I decided to do it, then I better get rid of my "tomboy-ish" clothes...I guess there was no need in me looking anymore "butch" than I was going to look. I knew that she didn't really mean any harm, but I got tired of people and their unsolicited opinions from my just MENTIONING that I was going natural. The ONLY opinion that matters is my own. I shouldn't have ever told her what I was going to do anyway, so I decided that she and Kat would be the last 2 people that knew.

Kat came over...and I chickened out. I started to believe the hype and that I WAS crazy. I kept parting my hair and saying that I didn't have enough new growth. Next thing I knew, this chick had my clipped hair in her hand. THEN she said, "Now, we can stop if you want?" LOL. For a second, I hated her. And then I said, "Do it quick before I change my mind." Hair was all over my kitchen floor. She was happily snipping away and when she was done, it was a masterpiece...

I looked like James from "Good Ti.mes." LOL.

But for some reason, I didn't freak out. Kat was clowning me b/c the hair in the back of my head apparently grows faster than the rest and I had a little ducktail a la "Rea.dy for the Wor.ld" and proceeded to start singing "Lo.ve You Dow.n" everytime she touched it. For another second, I hated her...although I was laughing too.

The next day, I called the lady that typically cuts my hair and asked her if she had an opening to give me a quick line and kinda fade it out for me. She cleaned it up and then I put my "fruits and berries" in it, lol. And the rest, as they say, is history! Even my dad got on board and actually said that it looked cute. Someone even asked me if I had a texturizer in it, so perhaps I don't have "bad hair"...as much as I hate that term.

Initially, this decision wasn't much more than trying something different. I'm not that deep and didn't see any sort of spiritual connection nor did it signify a new beginning. Now, after having gotten used to it, I feel something. I believe that I've said repeatedly on here that growing up, certain members of my own fam have always had negative shit to say about me as a child, a reflection of their own insecurities. And I carried them. As an adolescent and a young woman, those insecurities continued to mature. And then I got into these toxic situations with dudes (and I'm thinking of "ole dude" in particular) that did their damndest to try and kill my spirit and make me feel as if I wasn't enough...or if I just did one or two things, then I could make the cut. Building up self-esteem is like establishing good credit...it takes time. Now that I am more than comfortable in my own skin and, at times, a little too confident in who I am (and have been for a while), I cannot even believe that I thought that something so small as hair would place me back at square one.

The results are in: 1 out of 1 person agrees that I don't give a damn about what anyone else thinks. Granted, I've gotten more compliments on my new style than anything (and I thank everyone on here that has given me the thumbs up), but there are still some people that talk to me as if I had just done something to make me fall short of meeting THEIR standards of beauty...or that all I need to do is this and that and the other to be considered attractive TO THEM. Well, this is what I think about that...

The only person that I have to impress is myself. I have to be able to look at myself and like what I see. And honey, I DO! I ADORE every last one of my naps as is...in fact, I'm thinking about naming each and every one of them....curly, larry, moe, lucretia, lamma-lamma-ding-dong, $%*&^, etc... I no longer think that my head is too big. I happen to think that my eyes are my best asset. And now I'm going to flaunt my cheekbones proudly. So at the end of the day, I don't have a problem with me and the only recommendation that I have for you is that you either love me or leave me alone. Period, amen, goodnight, and HOLLA!

I know that a lot of natural heads are focused on acquiring length. I will let my hair grow out, but I'm enjoying where I am now and don't wanna be so focused on where I wish to be that I miss out on where I am. But I'll be tracking my progress at my new fotki account,


To those that gave it, thanks for the support! And to those that hate it, keep hating!

hair today, gone tomorrow

I got a story to tell...like to hear it, here it go...



Holy Makeup, Bat.man! Although this was cropped, you can get the gist of how long my hair was back in July 2004. I was on my way to see my baby, Pri.nce, at Essen.ce (one of the best nights of my LIFE) and I HAD to be FIERCE with my "purple passion" eyeshadow. **shudders**

Everything was all good back then. I think that me and Darius had stopped "kicking it"...which, at the time that we were, was good for my hair, skin, and nails, lol. Anyway, I went to Ess.ence all 3 nights that year b/c my g/f's dad had the hook-up in the skybox. THEN, on the night of Fran.kie Bever.ly, I ran into (lawd, I'm gonna have to change this dude's blog name too...let's call him...) Stage, the actor. I believe that we had uh..."caught up" the year before...and in one of my not-so-shiny moments, I lied about it to Darius for no good damn reason. (Hmmm...methinks that this would be a helluva story for me to DRAW OUT on blog...as this has nothing to do with my hair story...aside from, I knew that I was fly when I saw Stage again, b/c I was newly fried dyed, and laid to the side.)

Anyway, some time and a couple of dudes after that, I started dating "ole dude" and ya'll should know about all of our drama by now...or maybe not. My hair started thinning and falling out b/c of it, so I got an asymmetrical bob in an attempt to preserve my sexy and then shortly after that, la Hu.rricane from He.ll happened. Added stress indeed! I then moved in with my cuz in VA. My hair was responding to how I was feeling at the time, so I did this:



(May 2006)

One thing about me...I will not hold on to hair. I will NOT be one of those women walking down the street clinching tight to two strands of hair just so that I can say that it's long. Mayne, my cuz was HOT with me!!! And then I got 3 more piercings in my ears and she was convinced that I needed an intervention. Honestly, I did not want my hair cut THAT short...I went in with a picture and everything, but no dice. I've had it cut that short before in college, but I didn't have "Navy" across campus to give me a shape-up when I needed it...for my favorite price of uh...free. This woman chopped me up and there was nothing that I could do about it. So I was done. Don't get me wrong, I liked it to a certain degree but I'm a minimal upkeep type of girl. I needed it to grow out just a little for my 10 year high school reunion, so that I could somewhat draw less attention to my round, rosy cheeks...or as my dad likes to call it, my Cher.okee cheekbones. And it did:


(Sept. 2006)

Thank God! And I got some highlights to boot! That trip to the stylist was the last time that I allowed anyone to touch my hair for a while. I am VERY picky and perfectly capable of doing my own hair. Roller wraps, highlights, dyes, trims, relaxers, (I even put in my own braids once)etc...I run my own salon out of my house, lol. I am one experimenting broad...plus, I'm just one of those spirits that gets a creative "itch" every now and again. One major reason why I am a do-it-yourself fan is b/c I'm frugal cheap and ever since I moved away, no one can do my hair like Lau.ra could. Roller wraps have always been my claim to fame b/c they would last a week and my curling iron was collecting serious dust. Once I was able to roll the shortest part, my hair started doing the damn thang!


(June 2007)


(Dec. 2007)


(June 2008)

That was taken the night of my 30th birthday and yeah...I don't quite remember posing for that picture, lol. However, I was digging my hair. It got a little bigger after I sweat but I recommend that style when drunken nights and Cu.pid Shuff.les in a bathroom stall (in the midst of spewing chunks) are anticipated. Damn, that was an awesome night! Please don't think that that's a habit.


(Sept. 2008)



(Dec. 2008)

This was after I decided to dye my hair black. And yeah...black hair and a black button-up was black-on-black crime. Not to mention that I like wearing black polish, so me and Goth Girl were looking like two birds of a feather. But rest assured, the black dye will not happen again...as I've mentioned on here before, I am allergic to hair dye. I am convinced that this allergy occurred after I gave birth b/c before, I used to rock almost every color in the rainbow. I could probably survive professionally done highlights, but seeing as how I was bent over for my doc, begging him to give me a shot to stop the madness, I will be one of those women that grays gracefully.


And this is me now. I documented all of this to say that I'm over the whole "Why in the WORLD did you cut off all that pretty hair?" thing. It grows back. I remember posting the initial cut last month to favorable reviews. And the barbers at my son's shop gave it the seal of approval. One of them called it "sassy", so I guess that my style goes with my flippancy. But once again, my cuz was HOT! I think that part of it is b/c my hair surpassed her length when I was growing it out. But as it was continuing to get longer, it was getting thinner and you know me...I DO NOT hold onto hair. I may be sad about it once it hits the floor, but I recover quickly.

So, I have this g/f that has been growing out her perm for the past 2 years and getting it flat-ironed regularly. Her hair is about as long as mine was pre-cut. She wanted me to join her in that journey but I was too timid. Afterall, I have been relaxing my hair every 6-8 weeks since I was 12 y/o and the only thing that I remembered about my natural hair was getting caught in the rain on picture day in the 2nd grade (after my mom spent HOURS on my Shir.ley Tem.ple curls)...and yeah, that picture was not sent out to family. But this g/f would casually mention harass me. I kept it in the back of my mind. Finally, after talking to other people, I decided to do the transition.

And let's be clear, I'm not doing it b/c I am rejecting the image of the white woman or whatever foolishness that some people try to slam down your throat. I just want to try something different and see if my hair becomes thicker in the process. I'm only 2 months in and I have to admit, I'll find any reason to slap something on my roots...got a wave or 2, time for a relaxer...lost my job, time for a relaxer...is THAT a hangnail?, time for a relaxer...I could sure use some sex tonight, maybe I'll put in a relaxer instead. Combing my hair out after a roller wrap WAS rather orgasmic for me, lol. I don't know if ya'll remember "Jhe.ri Cu.rl" from "Holl.ywood Shuff.le"...LMAO...it's that bad.

But I'm hanging tough with my support group while in transition. I have to, b/c I told my cuz about it recently and guess what? She's HOT! I even mentioned that I'm considering locks after I turn 40 y/o and she was about to swoon and faint. She had a whole Dr. Ph.il moment with me and said that b/c I couldn't control my job situation that I'm taking it out on my hair or that my hair is the only thing that I can control...I dunno, I think that it went something like that in between my giggling to myself (you wouldn't believe that she's my age, would you?). Now, my considering another tattoo may have something to do with my "acting out", but not this. To be a (soon-to-be) Pastor's wife, I often question what she worships, lol.

a funny thing happened...

...on the way to the hairdressah...



I need to clean my mirror (so what?!)



I guess that I won't be Prince for Halloween again...well, maybe not circa 1984.