RANDOM THOUGHTS TO WARM UP TO WRITE AFTER BEING WITH A 3MONTH OLD ALLLLL DAY: Well this is an odd scene, me in sweatpants, flip flops, a Harvard tshirt sitting on the patio deck of a sports bar with Mya singing on a track as the grown and sexy groove behind me.. Shoot I wish I would be embarrassed, no way chicks dress like dudes these days and tape down their breast - so I'm good... Well actually I'm exhausted, could fall asleep right here - but I needed a break from mommy duty so here i am plus I wanted to get in on the .25 wing special lol..
now they playing my girl Beyonce...Mission 1 get my eat on.. mission 2 try to avoid lung cancer from these idiots smoking in this 95degree humid heat are you kidding me it's 2010 the information age and people still purchasing cancer sticks... mission 3 drive home and fall asleep in record time - get me bodied lol
REAL ENTRY BEGINS HERE..
So a DJ didn't save my life... But Chris rock did ruin it.. After watching his documentary Good Hair during my pregnancy I decided to stop perming my hair... I mean I owed to my unborn baby to keep her from the chemicals seeping from my head to her placenta.. lol... plus these days keeping my hair jermack, bounce back, beautiful is a cinch with the help of Dominican blow dryers and ceramic flat irons.. (Wait did this guy just tell this girl "come on out here and have a drink with daddy" ... I'm sooo glad that I am out of the game... no longer putting up with lame crap for a free drink.. And on that note I'm no longer sucking my stomach in tonight.. Maybe if they think I'm still pregnant they will stay away from me..)
...so like I was saying I decided to go natural for my little girl.. I wanted to be able to honestly look her in her eyes one day and say "baby your hair is beautiful just the way God made it.. God makes each little girl special from head to toe... You do have Good Hair"
that meant that I was going to have to preach by example
and grow my perm out...
Key word = GROW.. I had the perfect "grow my perm out" plan = keep
getting it pressed and trimmed until all the perm was gone... That was
working fine until Summertime in the ATL set in.. It was a waste if
time and money to pump two bottles of "B"milk, get a babysitter, sit
in a shop for 3hrs and spend $45 just to have my hair last 30mins
after I walk outside on my date with my hubby.. (just for a visual reference here is my hair the last time i got it pressed 5/20/2010)
So I had a second "grow out" plan.. Let my mom cornrow my hair down
while I explore the wonderful world of wigs... Now this was going
great... My first wig got rave FB reviews... And I must admit it made
me feel sexy and sassy again... My hubby said it made me look like a
Atlanta black girl and not an African American... ROFL... but He also said the purple streak it had made my attitude a little more "hood" than he was use to seeing from me,:(... but what the hay I was feeling good, feeling great and for 30bucks I could become a new chick every two weeks in less time and effort then ever before
But on Wed June 16th something crazy happened.. perhaps i forgot to take my prenatal vitamin and my hormone levels went haywire.. Like I can't believe what I did...
I combed out my braids and washed my hair... that was normal.. then I put in a heap of conditioner to detangle my hair... that was normal.. I looked in the mirror and thought the following to myself - "wow my hair is really wavy, kinda looks just like Mclovey's super soft and curly "good hair",,, i mean she is my baby and that means her hair prob comes from me,,,, and it's been bout a year since my last perm so if I cut it it'll prob be long, where are the scissors I'll just CLIP... OMG" (that was not normal)
Just that quickly, without rational thinking... I cut my hair off...
Instantly my hair dried and shriveled up like the burning bush... I
immediately knew that I was making a crazy decision, but just to make
sure I CUT another section... I looked like a rooster... My mom took
the scissors from me and said "let me do the rest cause I can see
better than u"... Clip cut whack... As my hair feel on the floor I
began to weep and exclaim - "I look horrible".. WHY did I do this???.. I just spontaneously cut off all my hair... I never wanted to do the big chop cause honestly i am not fond of Afros... So the truth is that i wanted to be natural but look permed... But now all my straight locks were in a Wal-Mart plastic bag... I cried and screamed so much that my mom frantically walked out the room and started praying.. My dad made itworst by saying Mclovey is not going to know who you are anymore...
I cried all the way to Deeply Rooted, a natural
**** note to self... this is not these chicks hair... its all weave... what i wanted was the fantasy force fed to me by the media of what "good hair" is... hair has been just one of many tools used to make women of color hate themselves and covet others that look the closest to the people who have been broad casted as powerful and attractive for sooo long.. i hate to admit that i too, a vocal supporter of anything that has to do with the the empowerment and advancement of black people was afraid of my real roots...*****
they assured me that it did not look nearly as bad as i thought... that someday i would love this decision (which had to be a result of my hormones still balancing out)... and that i would look cute when i left... i had nothing to loose... except more tears... so i let them style my hair, avoiding all mirrors, as much as possible...
i left the salon, which did a great job, feeling slightly better... after a pep talk from my sister i was convinced not to get a hotel room to hide from my hubby who true to character had nothing but kind words and a warm embrace for me... i went asleep still constantly saying the phrase "i cant believe i cut my hair" ... the next day i had a convo with a girlfriend of mine who has been natural since high school... she gave me the 411 on how to rock my new short puffy doo... so i followed her advice - made-up my face, put on some big earrings and lashes, threw on an earthy outfit and stepped out into the world confident...
(joyful sigh) the response was great... everyone loved it... plenty of FB and live compliments like this was a bold and on purpose, super sheek move on my behalf... and i must admit, that after a day of getting use to the unfamiliar person in mirror, that i do look good... i guess some emotional mistakes turn out okay... now i am loving the new, no, real me... do u know that this is the first time ever that i have "played" in my hair after getting it done... wow this really is freedom.. so DJ play my song... "i am not my hair"
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Woohoo yaaayyy deeply rooted lol
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