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I look hot with natural hair!!! LOL


One of the reasons I put of going natural for so long whas the fact that I never had really short hair, especially short curly hair at that. And living in a society that thinks straight hair on African American hair looks better and what we are born with, "nappy hair" is not attractive. Well I love rocking my short "nappy" hair. Of course I don't think my hair is nappy and I actually hate that word, I'm just using it to make a point. The day I cut all my relaxed hair off I was surprised by how much length I actually had to my hair. When I left my beautician's chair in New Orleans and was on my way home to Baton Rouge, I made a pitstop at a local wig shop and bought me some of Miss Jessie's products. I knew the products must have been good because the owner of the shop barely had any left LOL. All I was able to buy that day was the stretch silkening creme and curly pudding; oh and I got a sample of the creme de la curl. Because when my stylists cut my hair he picked it out so it looked like a big afro and by the next day, Sunday, I wasn't really feeling the picked out look. I washed my hair that Sunday morning before church and used everything I bought the day before. Once I was done applying the products to my hair I used a blowdryer with a diffuser attachement and dried my hair. It came out exactly the way I wanted it too!!! I didn't even realize my hair was that curly and how super cute it was. And that was the beginning of something amazing.

It's been almost a month now since I did the big chop and I think I've received more compliments on my hair since going natural than when it was relaxed. I've even inspired a co-worker to do the big chop as well and helped a white co-worker who adopted an African American baby girl deal with her daughter's naturally curly hair. But honestly I never thought that I would get such positive feedback and attention as I have since having the big chop done. I also have ordered more of Miss Jessie's products because I have such great results when I use them. I ordered the full size cleansing cream, conditioner, and curly pudding; I am waiting for my quick curls to come in the mail at this very moment. Going natural and having the big chop done is probably the best thing I could have done for myself to help me start 2010 off right. I can't wait to see how the rest of the year goes.

P.S. The pics I posted with this blog are from recent events from this past weekend.













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Today was the last day of my life...as a relaxed girl that is. I just washed, dried, and flat ironed my partially straight/curly hair. The appointment has been made at the salon and Friday is the day of my new "old" life. I was just starting the sixth grade and was 11 years old the first time my hair was relaxed. My mother was tired of chasing me around the kitchen with a hot comb trying to give me the straight hair I desired so much. So naturally she decided it was time for a relaxer and I was ecstatic! I thought finally I will have my hair look straight all the time without the hotcomb being anywhere near my head. But that is when all my hair trauma began. I had only had my hair put on a roller a handfull of times and now every week it seemed for the rest of my life, I had to sit under a hot dryer full of uncomfortable rollers once a week for about an hour; to an 11 year old that seems like an eternity. But as time went on, the once a week roller ritual got better and better. Then in the eighth grade my mom got the brillant idea to send me to this lady who had set up a shop in the back of her house. This lady had been doing hair for over 30 years!!!!! I figured I was in good hands. Boy was I mistaken. She started to suggest I come in every 6 weeks like all her other clients to get my hair relaxed. My mother and I saw no harm in that even though I was only getting my hair relaxed every 12 weeks. So for a year and a half I went every 6 weeks religiously to get my hair relaxed. And the more I went the more I became horrified. 

My hair started breaking left and right. I would comb my hair in the mornings and be surrounded by piles of hair. My split ends kept creeping higher and higher up the hairshaft and my once beautiful brown hair started taking on all different hues because my hair had become so damaged and my ends were splitting uncontrollably. In that time I went to that lady I can only remember her trimming my ends maybe 2 or 3 times. And when I say trim thats all she would do. There would barely be any hair around me because she would just take snipets off the ends. 

Fastfoward to August 2000, the year I was a freshman in highschool and mind you an all girl highschool. It was then that I had girls who i didn't even know snickering about my flaws and the flaws of others. My mother would see me upset and decided it was time for me to change stylists and go to a real professional. That is when I met my salvation LOL. A friend of my mom who had long, thick, healthy hair recommended we go to the guy she went to and I was happy and more than ready for the switch. The first thing he told me was "I am going to have to cut it, not all at once but gradually." For the first time in my life as a relaxed chick I had someone who really knew what they was doing taking care of my hair. The first trip wasnt bad. He trimmed maybe 2 inches off and deep conditioned my hair, put it on rollers and then wrapped it. It was beautiful. He didnt use a lot of product that made my hair hard and stiff. Instead he used products that nourished and moisturized my hair without weighing it down.

After a year of routine trims and some TLC. My hair had grown out into one even length. It was thicker and I even started getting compliments. I went to him the entire time I was in highschool and well into my first year of college. But once Hurricane Katrina hit in August 2005 I relocated to Baton Rouge and started my life anew. Because so much was going on with me at that time, I didnt have a chance to find a stylist. I just went here and there every now and then to get my hair set on rollers. Little did I know this was a blessing in disguise. The last relaxer I had at that time was 2 days before the hurricane made landfall. As time progressed without me relaxing my hair I started to see my natural hair grow more and more, I thought it was beautiful and it was then that I played with the idea of going natural.

But when the time came in January 2006 to either relax my hair or go natural, I punked out. I thought of how boyish I would look with short hair and now that my hair was so healthy, it was my crown and glory. From that time until now I've gone twice without relaxing my hair in hopes of going natural but could never muster up the courage to go for the big chop. 

Now at the age of 23, I am ready to move into a new phase of my life. I am ready to do it this time. Why? Because I want to show all those people that told me I wouldn't look good with short hair how hot and smoking I am going to be with it. I've had a few friends and family members go natural and it is beautiful. When I wash and dry my hair the natural curls are so gorgeous to me; plus my hair is starting to break again since all I've been doing for the past few months is blow dry and flat iron my hair. The date of my big chop is January 8, 2010. The last time I relaxed my hair was May 7, 2009. Almost 8 months and a day since the last drop of relaxer touched my head. Like I said before, today was the last day of my life as a relaxed girl flatironing my hair. Words can't express how excited I am about the new part of my life that I am about to enter. Well I will show before and after pics on Friday.
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Welcoming back the new "old" me

  • by CrescentCityQT
  • Well I am 23 years old. Born and raised in the great city of New Orleans, LA (hence the username)I have been playing with the idea of naturally curly hair since 2005. More than 4 years later, I have decided that it is the right choice for me. Here goes!