My hair is an extremely big part of who I am. I believe I use my hair as a sort of statement. Or maybe I am just thinking too hard. Anyway, for the past five years, my hair and I have been on quiet a journey together. I have always loved natural hair. I remember seeing pretty little black girls(who looked just like me) with soft puffs of black cotton candy atop their hands. Always secretly admiring them from afar, while I sported a perm. It was five years ago, when I said you know what bump it! I am going natural, I tired of worrying what others think. It had been about 3 months since I had a perm and I was so psyched up. Around this same time my sister was getting married and told me I had to get a perm because she did not want any fuzziness in her wedding party. I reluctantly permed my hair. That was in February of 03. That was the last time, I put a chemical in my hair.

I love my hair so much. Lately, I have been thinking about cutting it, but still keeping it natural. It is so soft and beautiful. I love putting it in double stranded twists or when I am feeling elegant, I put it in a sophisticated up-do. When this hot, humid New Orleans weather permits, I wear it out in a curly afro. I have tried several times over the years to "lock up", however my patience is very short. I often wonder how long my locks would be by now if I would have hung in there. I may still decide to grow dreadlocks, but I would like to make sure I am spiritually focused when I do finally make that transition. But until then, my hair in all of its kinks and twist and curls, is who I am and I love me!