The relationship I have with my hair is exciting. It’s full of surprises which makes the natural hair journey super interesting.
It is actually fair to say that my natural hair journey started with excitement.
I come from up north and no one over there was able to do my hair so I would pay a ticket to London every time I needed to have my hair relaxed.
I did a lot of missionary work for about two years and didn’t have the time to do that anymore. Above all, I started to get tired of the whole straightening process, my arms got tired of transforming my natural hair to a straight texture that is far from being mine.
But what really encouraged me to go natural is the following: one day as I was washing my hair I noticed one curl. This curl made me realise that I didn’t know what my hair looked like before relaxing it so I decided to let go and cut all the straight bits.
My heart was pounding when I finally decided to go out with my tiny afro, my mouth was dry and my head was full of negative thoughts in regards to the way I looked. But paradoxically, it was exciting! I have never been excited about my hair before so I simply decided to embrace it.
Being mixed-race with my hair type was difficult. Mixed race girls are expected to have long and soft ringlets while what was growing out of my head was very frizzy and undefined.
People around me pointed out how strange and ugly my hair was so I simply started to believe them. I can now say that nothing was wrong with it at the time, and nothing is wrong with it now.