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I remember walking into the building in Downtown Columbus feeling a bit nervous. I had never been to this place before or an event like this one either. I decided to wear my hair in a new style, thinking it would make me look edgy and trendy. It was the first natural hair event I had ever attended so I wanted to fit in and be cool like the other women who I figured had been natural far longer than I had been. It was only a year ago that I decided to cut off 6 inches of hair and start fresh with completely unaltered relaxer free hair.
I was still trying to figure things out with my hair when I got the invitation for the Natural Hair Meet-up Day. It read,
Come gather with Naturalistas from Columbus and enjoy food, fun, live entertainment, giveaways, and hair tutorials! The first 50 people to register will get a swag bag full of product samples.
It was the hair tutorials that inspired me to spend four hours on a Saturday and pay $20 to attend since I really needed help with my hair.
When I walked through the doors of the loft, I immediately felt at home. The space was just big enough for the intimate gathering with a small stage at the front, a few vendor tables lined along the back wall, and round tables in the center of the room with white linens and comfortable chairs. Windows lined three walls of the room so sunlight poured into the space, illuminating every beautiful woman in the room. Continue reading
Last night was awful! I couldn’t sleep. Maybe I drifted off for a few hours, but I woke up this morning still feeling tired. Today is the first day of 6th grade at my new Middle School and I will not know anyone there. All of my friends from elementary school went to Westmoore, but I was placed in another school since my teachers thought I would do better at an alternative school. No one asked me what I thought though.
I carefully picked my outfit for the first day of school to make sure it did not show too much of my awkward body. Over the summer, I grew about 6 inches but it seemed only in my torso. My legs remained short and stocky which made me so insecure that I refused to wear anything that revealed my thighs. So, I wore baggy jeans and a long t-shirt with my favorite band on the front.
My outfit was fine, but what I really worried about was my hair. I kept my hair in braids throughout the summer and when I took them out Continue reading
I found a letter while walking along a path.
Never forget you are beautiful just the way you are
This path will be difficult by far
Move forward, be still, and shine bright like a blazing star
Your Spirit and Soul
Was this letter addressed to me?
[This post is in response to the Writing 101 Challenge: Day 5]
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I decided it was the last time I would get a hair relaxer. The final straw came 3 months ago when my stylist gave me a style I did not want (again!), and I left the salon with lye burns on my sensitive scalp. All I could think about as I put ointment on my scalp to ease the pain was my first visit to Miss Simone’s Salon when I was 5 years old. I remember feeling so excited about getting my hair straightened for the first time. Now, I wished I had never set foot in that place!
Over the years, I came back to Miss Simone’s Salon monthly to get a touch up and deep condition, only to spend $80 to go home unsatisfied and in pain. Even with all that disappointment, I kept coming back because it was all I knew about hair care. Three months ago though, I had enough. After 20 years of getting relaxers, Continue reading
The drive to the salon felt so long. I was so excited to finally go to Miss Simone’s Beauty Shop. It was a magical place I heard my Mom and aunts talk about often, but at 5 years old, I had never been allowed to go. They would leave the house with scarves on their heads and come back with curls cascading on their shoulders or a proper up-do smoothed just right. I had no idea how this all was possible or who was able to transform their hair so wonderfully. All I knew was that I would someday go to Miss Simone’s; leaving with my nappy, unruly roots and coming back beautiful like my Mom and aunties.
Traveling down the road, I felt as though I was making my way to a brand new me. It was a rites of passage. I was turning into a big girl now – at least that is what I thought. When we finally arrived at Miss Simone’s, I could hardly keep from jumping out the car and running up to the door of the salon Continue reading