Hair journey told by B
May 23, 2013 marks the day I did my big chop. Being that it's only been two days since the big cut, I still can't believe that I actually cut my hair off. I'm not sure if I feel the whole "liberated/I am a new woman" thing yet, but something inside of me feels proud because it has been long awaited. I've started transitioning when I was 17, but lack of knowledge about hair care and my hair type resulted in a set back and a bad case of breakage, spit ends, and uneven hair. Which resulted in a few more relaxers and hair cuts until I finally got fed up with repeating the "beauty salon" cycle that I had been enslaved to since I was a little girl and received my last full relaxer my senior year of High School. That was when I realized that my hair hated the creamy crack. I've always had a small attachment to my hair. Desiring the straight, long hair that I so easily had but at some point in my young adult life, that was no lon