Retrospective

Long time no see (understatement). The year is almost over and I came across my past blog entries (last one in March, shame). It's was wonderful to read them, each was a milestone moment for me. As my natural hair journey continues, I realized that I had an incredible journey and was joined by some amazing people along the way. Some of my friends tried being natural, some stuck with it others got scared being so natural, couldn't handle it. But you know who surprised me the most, my 2 girls, Remy and Nia. Talk about inspirational. As young black girls, this, if any other time in history, is the best time to accentuate self-hate, cover and bury as much of yourself as possible. I will definitely explain... the weave movement is fiercer than ever before, plastic surgery is booming for people of color, there is no shame in being bone thin, and be proud to be sexually promiscuous! Yea. Youngsters can't even spell the word: morals. My girls would tell me their struggles being natural in this fake world we live in now, how the kids would call them "nappy happy" or my "Tasmanian black princess" or some other colorful names. At first, I did detect a hint of "maybe just a little creamy crack, just to blend in." But after much conversation, oxygen hit the brain cells along with a healthy dose of "mamalove", and they continue to rock on fire twist outs and twas. I love looking at them, they look like no one else, unique and special, just the way Jehovah made them for me. They now believe they are a beautiful package, not just wrapping.
This is why it is not good to wait too long to post to your blog, you get brain diarrhea, but I will put a cap on it for now. Promise not to take so long in the future. Next time I'll let you know what products I'm using, and how my health is.
Ciao, hasta pronto!