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.
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