Glib Gurl
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Copied from my LHCF blog
That's it. I am going to big chop.
For the last nine months I have been transitioning from relaxed to natural. I have resisted doing a big chop because I wanted to have long, pressed hair at my brother's wedding next Spring....hair my family would approve of.
Well, those of you who are my FB friends know that my family has done nothing but give me grief since I arrived home for Christmas break. First, my Grandma was frowning up, saying she didn't like me "walking around looking bushy-headed" and suggesting I go to a Dominican salon. The next day, my father asked me when I was going to get my hair done and my brother informed me that I looked like Harriet Tubman. Today as I was preparing to return from break my Grandma told me over the phone that she was very concerned about my hair and wanted me to get it fixed. I told her I had it under control. Her response? "Well I will pray for you."
*blinks twice*
My dad also gave me one last parting dig on my way out the front door. ("I like your hair" followed by a fit of laughter.)
Now I am the first to admit that my transition hasn't been the smoothest and my hair HAS been looking a little rough...but not so much different from when I would just pull my relaxed hair back into a sloppy bun or ponytail.
At first I was thinking that I should just throw in the towel and get a relaxer. But then I thought about how far I have gone in terms of my transition, how I love the way my coily hair feels, and how potentially damaging going back to a relaxer could be. (No, I'm not on the all-relaxers-are-bad bandwagon. But I do have some thinning - balding, really - at my hairline and I know going back to relaxers will only exacerbate the situation.)
I am thinking that the time for trying to appease everyone else is over.
I am going to big chop.
I should have about an inch or two of natural hair so it won't a complete big chop. And yes I am scared . . . . Scared that I won't like it . . . . Scared that all of my worst fears, implanted by generations of self-hatred, will come to life . . . I will never look pretty, I will never find (and keep) a man, I will lose my job, blah, blah, blah. I am also afraid of doing something spiteful just because I am angry with my family. But clearly what I am doing now to appease them isn't working. So why not now? If I absolutely hate it I will just go get a weave.
But I hope I will like it. I think I will. I will have my big earrings and lipstick ready in case another fear comes true and I look like a boy.
I have scheduled a consultation with a natural salon tomorrow. I plan to have done the deed before the year is out.
That's it. I am going to big chop.
For the last nine months I have been transitioning from relaxed to natural. I have resisted doing a big chop because I wanted to have long, pressed hair at my brother's wedding next Spring....hair my family would approve of.
Well, those of you who are my FB friends know that my family has done nothing but give me grief since I arrived home for Christmas break. First, my Grandma was frowning up, saying she didn't like me "walking around looking bushy-headed" and suggesting I go to a Dominican salon. The next day, my father asked me when I was going to get my hair done and my brother informed me that I looked like Harriet Tubman. Today as I was preparing to return from break my Grandma told me over the phone that she was very concerned about my hair and wanted me to get it fixed. I told her I had it under control. Her response? "Well I will pray for you."
*blinks twice*
My dad also gave me one last parting dig on my way out the front door. ("I like your hair" followed by a fit of laughter.)
Now I am the first to admit that my transition hasn't been the smoothest and my hair HAS been looking a little rough...but not so much different from when I would just pull my relaxed hair back into a sloppy bun or ponytail.
At first I was thinking that I should just throw in the towel and get a relaxer. But then I thought about how far I have gone in terms of my transition, how I love the way my coily hair feels, and how potentially damaging going back to a relaxer could be. (No, I'm not on the all-relaxers-are-bad bandwagon. But I do have some thinning - balding, really - at my hairline and I know going back to relaxers will only exacerbate the situation.)
I am thinking that the time for trying to appease everyone else is over.
I am going to big chop.
I should have about an inch or two of natural hair so it won't a complete big chop. And yes I am scared . . . . Scared that I won't like it . . . . Scared that all of my worst fears, implanted by generations of self-hatred, will come to life . . . I will never look pretty, I will never find (and keep) a man, I will lose my job, blah, blah, blah. I am also afraid of doing something spiteful just because I am angry with my family. But clearly what I am doing now to appease them isn't working. So why not now? If I absolutely hate it I will just go get a weave.
But I hope I will like it. I think I will. I will have my big earrings and lipstick ready in case another fear comes true and I look like a boy.
I have scheduled a consultation with a natural salon tomorrow. I plan to have done the deed before the year is out.