I have tried for the last many months to embrace being natural with my hair. I have read magazines, read blogs, watched You-tube videos of women claiming their natural hair, the hair they were born with.
I wanted so desperately to also be one of those women.
It wasn’t working for my lifestyle. I felt fuzzy, I felt like my hair just didn’t look good, even after a haircut.
I do hot yoga, I am busy all day, I don’t have time for the effort it takes to maintain a growing natural hairstyle. My friends suggested weaves and braids and a short fro, but that is not who I am.
Those suggestions just didn’t work for me and meanwhile, my hair was getting burned every morning in hot yoga. And I love the hot yoga for my body more than I love natural hair.
Looking through my Facebook and iPhoto library I saw photos and I realized I liked my hair just the way it was.
I WANTED IT BACK!!! RIGHT NOW!!!
I went back to my hairdresser and relaxed my hair. I walked out of the salon happy. I felt like me. I felt peaceful. I texted my family and friends and I think they were relieved. Relieved that I wouldn’t be fussing and complaining about my hair anymore.
We learn lessons; everything has something for us to learn in it.
I learned that what works for me doesn’t work for someone else.
I learned that as natural and organic and clean as I like to be, it doesn’t relate to my hair right now in my life.
I love the way it looks now. Happiness does have a price, sometimes.