Independence, Part II
Last year, I declared my freedom from torturing my hair – freedom from feeling less than because of my Creator-given kinks instead of holding them up with pride. It took a long time before I felt like my own hair was as glorious as that Paul spoke of…and even now, I occasionally catch myself trying to fight against my hair instead of, as I vowed, working with it.
And it’s been an interesting year. I’ve learned a lot about my own hair since my locs’ humble beginnings as comb coils. They’ve grown, they’ve unraveled, they’ve twisted and turned. They’ve separated and been combined…and it has been quite a journey.
I also declared that I was going to free myself from fake-ass hair products – perhaps I was a bit too hasty with THAT particular declaration! I’ve discovered that nothing strips the buildup out of my hair like some of those detergents, and that some of the natural stuff just wasn’t cutting it. Or holding it. Or cleaning it. I haven’t given up on natural products entirely, but I have gone back to using the products that worked for me in spite of parabens or methylcrystalline wax or…other things that I can’t even pronounce.
Anyway… More to the point why would Mase "do it to your cat for a large amount"…what exactly is he doing to this cat? How large is the amount? Why didn’t I ever pay attention to that before?)
Am I willing to be naturalish?
Okay, I got it. This year, I declare my freedom from judging myself, or others, based on hair choices. I’m going to be label free! Am I natural? I mean, is anyone ever really natural? Ever? Really? A few people are, but I’m not sure I’m ready to go that route yet. And I’m also not sure that this declaration of hair-independence won’t evolve again by next year!
However, since first declaring my independence by shaving all my hair off about three years ago, I’ve discovered that my hair journey, and it has truly been a journey, is far from over, and that’s good. I’m excited to see what new twists and turns lie ahead.