There was once a quiet little internet store launch that happened on October 3rd.
I was on vacation so the fanfare was limited.
Be easy
There was once a quiet little internet store launch that happened on October 3rd.
I was on vacation so the fanfare was limited.
Be easy
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4C hair, unstretched, little to no product |
I love natural hair, and I love scrolling through Tumblr and looking at all the beautiful pictures of fabulous black women and their equally fabulous, glorious natural hair.
But, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice the over abundance of sisters with more of a curly texture and less of us with the kinkier coils circulating around the net.
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Teesha – 4C Hair Icon |
This leaves me feeling a little left out, or as if my hair isn’t as appealing as say someone with a looser curl pattern.
I mean let’s face it – darker skin and kinkier hair are things that have been less desired in our community and we all know why that is.
I often find myself wondering why sisters with the fluffier less kinky hair ever felt the need to relax their hair as it is not deemed as ‘niggardly’, ‘unkempt’ or reminiscent of slavery as hair like mine.
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Nneka – 4C Hair Icon |
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Teesha – 4C Hair Icon |
Don’t get me wrong, I love myself just the way I am, but being honest, when I was younger I used to wish for a more relaxed type of curl so I wouldn’t have to endure the teasing about my edges or my nappy kitchen.
Now that I’m a grown ass woman, I have learned to embrace and cherish the hair I have been blessed with.
It gives me my character and is a part of who I am.
But it would be nice to see hair like mine on women as dark as me being reblogged with such ferver and admiration as my lighter skinned sisters or the sisters with more of a curly, fluffy hair texture.
I’m just saying.
Finally did it!
I cut off the remaining 1/4 inch of relaxed hair off of my head.
I think it’s sad that I had to wait on some type of ‘approval’ from those around me to do it – well, perhaps not, but I felt more free to do so after said approval.
That in and of itself is an aspect I would love to lose.
I want freedom.
Not a disrespectful freedom that pisses on everyone else around me, but a liberating freedom where I no longer feel bound by things in my head.
At least I have a tiny aspect of that with my hair.
Freedom from relaxers, touch-ups, breakage, stressing about ‘hair’.
Just, freedom.
After cutting the remainder of the relaxer from my hair I showered. It was almost baptismal.
I washed a lot more than cut hairs down that drain tonight…
I’m just going to cut it off.
He will have to get over it.
Relaxers and my hair just do not get along.
This is just the way it’s got to be.
Cutting the rest off tonight before my shower.
So we did it, and by ‘we’, I mean my daughter and I.
Now it’s ‘pamper my hair‘ time.
It’s in bad shape and I’ve got to get it into better shape to start that natural journey of mine.
I’ve taken the first step and cut off all the damaged (and not so damaged) hair. Now I’ve got to urge it to grow back and fill in.
Natural it is.
Relaxers just don’t agree with my hair.