Writer details the pain, growth and acceptance of her big chop process
The months of napturality that followed my big chop were tumultuous. There were some really good days when my 'fro looked like a Black Power fist and seemed to scream "I am woman, hear me roar!" and there were days were people would look at my shrunken fro and say "you had such good hair. What a waste." I also struggled with acne early in my teenage years that left with with scars on my cheeks. Because I knew I had no hair to hide behind, I had to learn to love every inch of me.
Every morning, when I had doubts about my beauty, I learned to speak words of affirmation to myself. I would, and I still do this occasionally, look in the mirror and say to myself "I love myself, I love myself!" Now that I have been natural for almost two years, I wonder why I ever hid in the first place. Now that I have nothing to hide, I am more confident. Letting go of my hair was like removing a safety net. At first, I was nervous without it but then I learned I could make bolder steps on my own. I can share my smile, my scars, and my off-beat sense of style with the world and show them who I am. I hope I can inspire people to live boldly and richly. Why hide when you can shine?