roxydeegee
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I am at an all time full blown Hate on my own hair point in my journey right now. I am not seeing enough pay off in enduring this "Growing MY own hair out" sh*T ! My hair has always been 23 different kinds of whack. It doesn't adhere to any concept of beauty to me. It's fine, its nappy and it has the most awful dead looking color I've ever seen. I have been hennaing my hair since 9/2010 to deal with the graying hairline.
I started my journey 4/2010. Basically that is a high falutin' way of saying i stopped doing the sew ins, the kiddie perms because I wanted to try to come to a better relationship with the hair on my own head.
(in the past i have been noted as saying, all my hair is good for is to attach a weave to it)
But then my cousin started on this natural hair kick and i was like sure, I'll give it a whirl because i knew inherently that i have a fu*ked up relationship with my own hair, and, if at 44 yrs of age, I still couldn't love all parts of myself, that sh*t needed to be corrected and fast - you know what i mean? So i started this journey with that in mind, It is time to learn to love all of my self - including this f&ckin' hair. And a year and some weeks into this "journey" (hellish torturous horrible, dark night of the soul trip) I still have a f*cked up relationship with my hair.
Lately, for 2 days (and lemme tell you that was all i could do because i totally looked like Florida Evans from Good Times) i tried that Wash and GO crap - and this is when my hair broke me on down like a Transformer. I'm sitting here, with tears welling up in my eyes - anger radiating from me in waves - and a sense of let down and sorrow towards myself because I can't seem to F*ckin' love my own hair. that seems to be an impossibility.
I have been reading this forum, other forums, watching YouTubes. Bought this stuff and that stuff. I mean truthfully my hair is softer and more pliable than ever before. Prior to this trip, it was barbed wire that cut my hand. But it still looks f*cked up. I mean i am a braid out/twist fan. And i have tried to rock wigs during these hatred sessions with my hair, but i keep coming back to this attitude that has endured to now my almost 46th year (come august) and I'm getting a little bit tired y'all.
Wigs, break off my hairline. Just like 20 yrs of weaves did.
So I have no choice. I can't do perms. I had to big cut all my hair off in 2002. I met my husband during my real Florida Evans stage and that was cool. He made me feel like the most beautiful and sexiest ****** alive , he loved me naps and all. I thank him for that. But deep down in the soul area, (maybe the soles) this friggen journey is whipping my ***. I know he's looking down from heaven and saying Hey BabyGirl, its about damn time you rocked your natural hair ! But dayum, people just don't know....He never understood the hair trip that black women go thru. I wish that I could look into the mirror and see that I am not my hair. I wish that my hair was acceptable to me. But i guess the win is when there are days that I do like my hair. Maybe its a game of inches. That maybe i can love it 5 days out of the week. Then move on up to 10 days in the month. Maybe some wondrous day, I will like my hair 300 days of the year. It's wild, its crazy...but maybe?
But meanwhile, on days like this, (and quite frankly while i'm quietly lockstepping with the other natural hair people - enduring this week's hair tip, seeing this hair growth maven tout this recipe made from the powder of the african rhino's hoof, and this twig elixir with that promises the Rudy Huxtable hair of my dreams - Maybe it is just that i need to see more people who look like me, with their hair texture that is like mine, blasting all over the media? Is that what it takes to get me to love my own hair? So i'm gonna blast my photo on here. Maybe it will help another sistah out who's feeling just as twisted as me this day. Peace y'all - imma go meditate , ciao
<table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jgsgMSilq4dtqScH9OuovO2K-QCPaVGqDtfQQVBU_mc?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_y5lBJ-CVtkI/TdBIWznFT5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OVm_YH3ebp8/s144/florida%20evans%20copy.png" height="144" width="144" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/101821600477763338420/MyHairDistress?authkey=Gv1sRgCJCZ5_vYx8fdcA&feat=embedwebsite">my hair distress</a></td></tr></table>
Anyway, thanks for listening.
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I started my journey 4/2010. Basically that is a high falutin' way of saying i stopped doing the sew ins, the kiddie perms because I wanted to try to come to a better relationship with the hair on my own head.
(in the past i have been noted as saying, all my hair is good for is to attach a weave to it)
But then my cousin started on this natural hair kick and i was like sure, I'll give it a whirl because i knew inherently that i have a fu*ked up relationship with my own hair, and, if at 44 yrs of age, I still couldn't love all parts of myself, that sh*t needed to be corrected and fast - you know what i mean? So i started this journey with that in mind, It is time to learn to love all of my self - including this f&ckin' hair. And a year and some weeks into this "journey" (hellish torturous horrible, dark night of the soul trip) I still have a f*cked up relationship with my hair.
Lately, for 2 days (and lemme tell you that was all i could do because i totally looked like Florida Evans from Good Times) i tried that Wash and GO crap - and this is when my hair broke me on down like a Transformer. I'm sitting here, with tears welling up in my eyes - anger radiating from me in waves - and a sense of let down and sorrow towards myself because I can't seem to F*ckin' love my own hair. that seems to be an impossibility.
I have been reading this forum, other forums, watching YouTubes. Bought this stuff and that stuff. I mean truthfully my hair is softer and more pliable than ever before. Prior to this trip, it was barbed wire that cut my hand. But it still looks f*cked up. I mean i am a braid out/twist fan. And i have tried to rock wigs during these hatred sessions with my hair, but i keep coming back to this attitude that has endured to now my almost 46th year (come august) and I'm getting a little bit tired y'all.
Wigs, break off my hairline. Just like 20 yrs of weaves did.
But meanwhile, on days like this, (and quite frankly while i'm quietly lockstepping with the other natural hair people - enduring this week's hair tip, seeing this hair growth maven tout this recipe made from the powder of the african rhino's hoof, and this twig elixir with that promises the Rudy Huxtable hair of my dreams - Maybe it is just that i need to see more people who look like me, with their hair texture that is like mine, blasting all over the media? Is that what it takes to get me to love my own hair? So i'm gonna blast my photo on here. Maybe it will help another sistah out who's feeling just as twisted as me this day. Peace y'all - imma go meditate , ciao
<table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jgsgMSilq4dtqScH9OuovO2K-QCPaVGqDtfQQVBU_mc?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_y5lBJ-CVtkI/TdBIWznFT5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OVm_YH3ebp8/s144/florida%20evans%20copy.png" height="144" width="144" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/101821600477763338420/MyHairDistress?authkey=Gv1sRgCJCZ5_vYx8fdcA&feat=embedwebsite">my hair distress</a></td></tr></table>
Anyway, thanks for listening.
https://picasaweb.google.com/101821...?authkey=Gv1sRgCJCZ5_vYx8fdcA&feat=directlink