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 longer a desire. I began to look back at pictures when I was a child before my mom relaxed my hair and wondered
why? How would by hair look if I stop getting relaxers? I mean they broke my hair off anyway and they can be dangerous to your health so
why not? So i began transitioning and had no idea what I was doing all summer and first semester of my first year in College 2012. My best friend (Dionna) was the one that introduced me to bantu knot outs, and a few Youtube videos relating to natural hair. Bantu knots, senagelese twist, buns, and weaves became all I knew and were great protective styles. Yes, I got plenty of comlpiments and positive feedback about my hair and i loved my hair! But when I washed my hair, I still wasn't at the point where I wanted my hair to be...
au naturel. So that day came: Summer 2013 I stepped out of the shower with freshly washed hair and I stared at my twa in the mirror with all of the remaining relaxed ends (Yes, I still had some after my haircut 2 months prior) and knew it was time. It just wasn't cute. I sat on Dionnas bed, squeaky clean and she had a pair of shears from her moms salon. and began clipping away. In my mind, it's just hair. Although I am a little concerned about how I'm going to style it with it being so short, I look in the mirror and kind of wonder, who is this girl? But so glad I finally did it.
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| My second cut, the rest of my bc |
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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 longer a desire. I began to look back at pictures when I was a child before my mom relaxed my hair and wondered why? How would by hair look if I stop getting relaxers? I mean they broke my hair off anyway and they can be dangerous to your health so why not? So i began transitioning and had no idea what I was doing all summer and first semester of my first year in College 2012. My best friend (Dionna) was the one that introduced me to bantu knot outs, and a few Youtube videos relating to natural hair. Bantu knots, senagelese twist, buns, and weaves became all I knew and were great protective styles. Yes, I got plenty of comlpiments and positive feedback about my hair and i loved my hair! But when I washed my hair, I still wasn't at the point where I wanted my hair to be... au naturel. So that day came: Summer 2013 I stepped out of the shower with freshly washed hair and I stared at my twa in the mirror with all of the remaining relaxed ends (Yes, I still had some after my haircut 2 months prior) and knew it was time. It just wasn't cute. I sat on Dionnas bed, squeaky clean and she had a pair of shears from her moms salon. and began clipping away. In my mind, it's just hair. Although I am a little concerned about how I'm going to style it with it being so short, I look in the mirror and kind of wonder, who is this girl? But so glad I finally did it. 
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