my muse...

I just love me some solange...she is soo cute and quirky. I love her hair her music and outlook on life...I need to hang with this chick....

yeah.... i'm a wee bit obsessed lol

hair woes...

I have sooo been neglecting my blog. Well i'm back and i'm gonna try and stay on track. So currently I have been having some serious hair issues. I have been transitioning from relaxed to my natural hair...and the journey has not been easy... Yesterday my hair was just not doing what I wanted to do and this is what I ended up walking out the door looking like...no bueno :(

as you can see I have a few more inches to chop off...but i'm not ready yet. So I wrote a little story about what I was feeling yesterday...wanna hear it, here it go!

So ugly...
That's basically how I have been feeling during this hair journey of mine...just ugly, not glamourous, not fierce nothing. It all started about 9 months ago...I had an install put into my hair and I said to myself "no more relaxers ever." This is a journey me and 3 of my bffs have been on together, we have all been transitioning in our on way but working towards the same goal. I have been addicted to the creamy crack since 1994 when I begged my momma to perm my hair so I can be like my friends at school who wore a rainbow array of scrunchies in their hair with less than 2 inches poking out. When I look back I'm like "wth was I thinking?" but at that time I wanted to look like them. My momma used to get my hair pressed and it wassoo long and thick but I hated getting it done. So after much crying and hollering I got my perm and within months my hair had broken off and I was left with my 2 cool inches. Over the years I did some crazy things to my hair. I have had fingerwaves, a super short cut, cornrows, microbraids, interlocks, French rolls, banana curls, sew ins, glue ins, half wigs, full wigs. I even dyed my hair blonde once...it ended being red after a cherry cola rinse...and now I'm rocking my full on afro.
This has definitely been a time of adjustment for me. I have noticed how much I seek validation from my friends and men to let me know it's ok to rock my hair like this...
I recenty moved to NYC from LA and I feel better about my hair out here as opposed to LA. Everything is fake there, fake boobs, fake hair, fake eyes, etc... I think the natural look is embraced more in the concrete jungle and. I am slowly but surely realizng the only person who has a problem with my hair is me...so that is something I am working on within myself. No matter how many people compliment me on my hair until I feel it inside it's not gonna matter. So I am learning to embrace the new me...but I got my tracks on standy just in case :)

I don't claim to be a writer but yeah this hair journey is a process and can really be overwhelming emotionally so this was a good way for me to vent. I am feeling much better about my hair today...

and I finally found my cantu shea butter so my hair will be looking a little more juicy...yip!

and if you can't tell by the 1st picture...it's hella hot in NYC.