Since going natural at the start of 2012, my hair journey has been marked by some rough days and some really awesome days. Days when I’m bored with my coils, tired of the process (it takes work) or receive backhanded compliments from let’s just call them “uninformed” people. But also days when just glancing in the mirror and seeing my mane in all its kinky glory can brighten my mood, or receiving kudos from a fellow naturalista is just the reassurance I need to keep up with my natural hair journey. And I realize that it’s just that — a journey. Surely there’ll be highs and there’ll definitely be lows.
After finding everything in the world to do besides detangle, wash and deep condition my hair last weekend, I finally got down to it, much later than I would have hoped for Sunday night. By the time I had done all that, I was tired and rushed through putting my hair in two-strand twists. When I woke up and got ready for work, I wasn’t expecting favorable results.
Then this happened.
Boom! “And the crowd goes wild, as if Holyfield has just won the fight!” (bonus points if you can name that reference in the comments section below) Moisture, volume, curl definition. Nothing out of the ordinary to the naked eye, but to me, a small victory for sure. Haha. You should know by now, I take my hair very seriously.