…life from my perspective
“If you can’t achieve it/then why not try and weave it..” — Phife (Butter)
I hate my hair. It’s nappy, tangled, knotted and dry. I wish I had hair like Mi or uhm….Halle Berry. Their hair is sooo straight, it can be wavy too, that it just frames their faces perfectly. It lays down at the nape of their necks so smoothly, they probably don’t even know what “flyaways” are. I vividly remember Mi being a good swimmer in high-school and if I had to guess I’d say it was because she practiced a lot since she didn’t have any “hair issues” that interfered with her pool time. During swim class this chick wouldn’t even wear a swimming cap. I was thinking, really Mi? You just NOT gone wear a swim cap huh? Well just piss on my head and call it rain. It wasn’t her fault – it was the hair she was born with. She was grateful to be blessed with what God gave her. Crazy thing is, she wishes she had MY hair. Go figure. Now I’m wondering if BOTH of our wishes were granted would we end up wanting what it is we already have?
Jan 23rd is my date with weave death. I cant take this shit no more as the winter months are just wreaking havoc on my head. I used to sport a low-cut ceasar (see left) until I decided about a year ago that I wanted to grow it out. I’ve seen some funky cool twist outs and double-strand twist hairstyles that I want to sport. The thing is my hair isn’t long enough yet. It’s in that in-between stage where it’s TOO long for some styles and not QUITE long enough for others so now I play the waiting game. Listen – this weave shit is gonna kill me before it kills you; trust and believe. It’s not quite a weave but a crochet. Now I REALLY won’t have no individuality. I’ll just be walking around looking like everybody else and I DOUBLE hate that shit!! I’m trying to focus on the fact this “recovery” style will protect my hair from the harsh elements while allowing it to grow. I’m going to see how long I can make it, if I make it, because I still got 1.5wks left if I want fake out on the hair appointment.
I’ve actually worn a sew-in weave before (see pic below). The shit was just extra. It was heavy, expensive and stinky. I started wearing them when I began running in 2007. I wore it for a little over a year before I decided to do the “big chop.” I will admit, the different hair styles DO give me a different look but does the hair really MAKE the beauty or only serve to accentuate it say… like makeup? If you have a pretty face you have a pretty face. THE HAIR can’t take away from that it can only add to it right?
Whatever I decide, be it the crochet or my natural hair, I hope to wear it with confidence. My two latest and greatest finds will help me do just that. This morning my mailman delivered my Oyin Handmade Burnt Sugar Pomade and Frank Juice. These both have got to be the best creations since packaged shea butter. I thought Miss Jessie’s Baby Buttercreme and Carol’s Daughter Mimosa Hair Honey were my hair staples – no suh. They have BOTH been taken down 2 notches. The scent of the burnt sugar pomade is unlike anything I have found for my hair. It goes on smoothly and feels as if it moisturizes and seals my hair. The Frank Juice is a de-tangling vegetable base leave-in conditioner spray that has a Frankincense and Myrrh scent. These are the bomb.
So when you see me on the streets and I happen to be wearing a weave – don’t act funny; I’m still that revolutionary coming to spit the truth to the people. I’m just gonna whip my hair back and forth when I do it that’s all.