Once you’ve been natural for a few years, it can start to feel like you’ve seen it all. You are closer to your hair goals than you’ve ever been and the “been there, done that” feeling is one that’s hard shake. You went natural and experienced so many different phases in your natural hair journey.
For some, the TWA (teeny weeny afro) that grows into an awkward length that you have no clue what to do with is defeating. You go from your first puff to battling shrinkage and then finally achieving a near perfect twist out. You’ve had your first trim. Now every Saturday is wash day (and you loathe it.)
You could chance a wash and got but that doesn’t always come out as expected. You are so over the tried and true high puff and if you take your twists down before they are dry, you can count on having a glorious birds nest until you get around to changing it. That was me. I was right there with you on all of these adventures.
After my son was born I had other things I’d rather be doing that having 3 or more hours of wash day on weekends.
After my son was born I had other things I’d rather be doing that having 3 or more hours of wash day on weekends. Sure, I could make time for it, but was I okay with never getting the time back?
While I was out and about I saw someone that was “starting over.”
A brave woman who had recently made the decision to be natural. She was confident, radiant and bragged briefly about not having to spend any time on her hair in the mornings. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks! Big chopping again was a viable option for me. I could still be natural but worry less about all of my precious spare time being consumed with hair woes.
Before I went all the way, I shaved both sided of my hair because I vowed to have fun with it this time around. I got what was left of my hair put into box braids and before long, I was more than ready to cut it all.
What a relief it is to know that I am no longer obligated to spend hours on my hair anymore. I embraced a care free spirit and now I move about my life with ease. All it took was for me to see a brave soul, starting again.