Originally thought this relationship was genuine sisterly love. However, recently, caught them trying to mate…Thought the bunny was a girl. ūüė¶ “Good Morning Kiss”, Yeah Right!


It’s Not Just Hair!

Lately, there has been a lot of ¬†controversy regarding black women, wearing natural hair in the school and the work place. This is a topic I’ve heard tireless about, and haven’t felt the need to ¬†comment on, until now… Most recent, article made me want to share my thoughts and experience of transitioning to my natural self. ¬†–school-tells-12-year-old-girl-213351760.html¬†Ironically, these types of stories are popping up all over the place.

¬†Over 30 years I was “unconscious.” ¬†I felt it just wasn’t normal to wear my own natural hair. My favorite excuse was it’s just too nappy, ugly, cotton textured. I plain wanted “Good Hair” I was not alone in this self-degradation. ¬†This thinking dates back to 1800’s, Jim Crow day’s of slavery. Africans weren’t taught self love. They were turned and separated , House verses Field nigga, light skinned, against dark,¬†good and Bad hair, per the “Willie Lynch letter.” As far as we have gotten in society this backward thinking and self hate still exist.

For many black women, its a struggle. Black woman have a double minority. Being a woman and being a “black” woman, basically, bottom in this society. ¬†Ultimately¬†forced to embrace someone else image of beauty.

Numerous amounts of time and money spent, trying to get in they we fit in.  Straightening perms, hot combs, braid/extensions/weaves.  Television ads/magazines show African Americans, hair should be a certain way, Straight, silky, and long. Numerous products on the the market that damage black hair to the point of no repair.

The few that stray to the natural are often criticized, even their own family and friends, say things like “she needs to do something with her hair.” Often ostracizing, her for wearing natural styles. Imagine what they go through in public¬†environments.

Being conscious, if you will, with my natural hair. I look at some of our black women and question how do they really feel being “Slave to the chair?” Wearing hair glued, sewed, circus colors, false this and that? ¬†guess I have to ask my self how did I feel? ¬†Damn…

It felt normal while I was doing it, but. I can only describe my condition as psychologically damaged.

In my unconscious state of mind, I was constantly trying to disguise my natural self. Burned my scalp using different Perms to straighten my hair.  Buying Expensive weaves claiming to be from India.  Practically selling my soul to have this socially accepted look.

Fours years ago I was having a conversation with a brother. he said, “why are you covering your natural beauty? I was offended Like Man I’m looking good in with my Indian Hair. Yeh Right! ¬†

Thank goodness he didn’t give up me. He convinced me There was life after weaves,extensions and perms.

I thought long and hard about what he said. One day I took the weave out of my hair, washed and oiled and shaped my natural hair into an Afro. That day, I went to a beach party, to my surprise, all attention was on my hair! People wanted to just touch it. They said the sun caught it and it look like diamonds. (not sure how true that was, but it sure worked) lol Going home my head was sooo big from all the compliments I had to drive with my head out the window. hahahaha,(just kidding)

 From that moment on I was hooked on my natural hair. This took me on a journey to know more about this African hair I was blessed with. My first step was to shave my head I wanted to rid my scalp of any perm.

Wow! This dramatic move showed me the True beauty of my African features. No one on this planet can wear a bald head like a black woman. (smile)

I studied the History of African hair. This link will speak volumes to anyone ashamed of their hair-ratage

I learned that my hair has the same coil process as DNA You can come to your own conclusion.

I have experimented on dreadlocks. Wasn’t for me, because I love the opportunity to comb through my hair. When I comb my hair I welcome the pops and crackles. ¬†I have a Love affair with my hair, I guess you can say I’m making up for lost time. I feed my hair the nutrients needed to rebuild and regrow my hair. Thus using Castor, Almond and coconut oil. In addition I eat very healthy.

In my Conscious state of existence I will forever wear my natural hair. I am diligently trying to repair the damage caused from all the chemicals and pull of the scalp. It’s a work in progress.


 My hair is so sacred Often times I cover it in public. In African tradition the hair is our pathway to our strength and soul.  Scarves have become my new weaves, I wear them various ways, and an array of colors and designs. Moving forward one can not only see natural hair as a choice but as a sense of Empowerment. 

Our natural Hair should be embraced.

Fall in Love with your Natural Hair, Sisters.

¬†It’s Not Just Hair!!!