I have gotten perms from as long as I can remember. And before that I remember sitting between my mothers legs, in my grandmothers house (with whom we all lived in the projects in Durham, NC), and watching for the hot comb on the stove to be ready to tame my puffy hair into silky straight acceptance. Of course after that came the two strand twist topped with plastic ball hair ties and finished with a colorful clip bow or even a few beads. Hair. Hair and keeping your hair maintained was just what we did, or what my mother did in the early 1980’s. Even though we didn’t have much it was always imperative that we still got our hair done and looked presentable. I remember walking up the hill to church with my grandmother, cousins and aunts in my Sunday best. I can close my eyes and picture myself, at 3 or even 4 and remember exactly how my hair was done and feeling proud of my pigtails and the crazy zigzag design my mom had created for that week.
Apparently my curling iron wasn’t compatible with the voltage and I essentially burned my hair to a crisp. It was so damaged and ravaged and that’s when I discovered Amaany at Morkinks.com. I wanted something that looked natural but that also gave my hair a rest and still allowed me to get to my roots. I started getting marley twists. I loved the look and how well the hair blended with my natural hair at the root. I also loved that it wasn’t tight and didn’t pull my hair. Amaany uses the invisible technique by taking two strands of my own hair wrapping it around the Marley hair and then twisting the two strands. This gives the appearance that the hair is growing straight out of my head and allows me to be able to thoroughly moisturize my roots daily. I got Marley twist every 2.5 months like clockwork for 2.5 years. In 2015 I cut off all my permed hair. I never looked back.[/aesop_content]
I wore my afro out for the first time yesterday. I don’t know what took me so long but I felt a little self conscious about it. It’s so funny how much hair can change your look, the way your accessories and clothes are worn, the colors that look better on you. I feel as though I have to kinda change a few things to suit my new style. It’s all so new and fun and exciting. Although I’ve been natural for 3 years, I have very little experience with my hair and how to manage it but I’m excited to learn. As I was walking down the street today, another natural gal told me she loved my hair. And with that the self consciousness melted away. I’m looking forward to my very first Curl Fest today!
PS. Mom, sorry I ran away from home that time you gave me two corn rows as a hairstyle and made me eat oatmeal for breakfast. (I hated cornrows and even more than them I hated oatmeal.) Thanks Dad for nearly mowing me off the road and forcing me back into the car during my getaway attempt.