'ol faithful fro...
I’ve never quite figured out my hair, and maybe I never will. Dealing with it is a perpetual experiment full of pleasant discoveries and frustrating setbacks. In my boredom experimentation, I’ve cut, dyed and even- Lord forgive me- texturized my natural hair. And although not every experiment turned out perfectly, I always learned more about the mysterious ways my hair reacts to different treatments. I may not ever completely figure out my natural hair, but one thing that’s becoming clear to me throughout these trials and errors is that my afro has never let me down.
Has my natural hair surprised me? Yes. Frustrated me? Absolutely. But for me, my relationship with my hair almost plays like a romantic comedy cliché: where the protagonist (me) needs to be distracted by a glamorous appearance (weave) or entertained by a more convenient suitor (braids), before they realize the one they were destined to be with was there all along (hence, the glorious afro!). Are y’all still with me?