I unraveled the last braid and stared in the mirror at the mass of black cotton that stood upon my head. As I took my fingers and raked them through my hair I thought to myself this could be cute. This was not the first time I had the revelation. On several occasions I have called myself giving my hair a break from relaxing and I would wear braids, weaves or even wigs. This kept my hands out of it in hopes of causing less damage and promoting some growth.

Each time I would have one of these epiphanies, standing in the mirror considering my options, I always ended up deciding against taking the natural route. It was cute on other people, but everybody couldn’t get a way with it. I had the rough stuff, the kind that needed to be tamed. In addition to my own thoughts I had to contend with family and friends asking ‘What are you going to do with your hair?’; “You’re not going to the store like that are you?” which only fed the insecurity I had about my own hair.

But this time proved different. Maybe its age and experience that rose up in me and said I like it and that’s all that matters! And so began my journey. I am approaching the 2 year anniversary of my decision to go natural. I’ve become accustomed to the looks and comments of those who don’t understand. I delight in the freedom and courage I’ve found to just be me.

The first few months were a test of patience. I wanted my hair to immediately mimic the pictures I saw online as I began my quest to figure out exactly what to do with my new hair. So many beautiful styles, so many products to try. So much relaxer still left in my hair! For once, I hated the fact that my hair was straight but held on to it as it was the only length I had. How I dreaded the BC that all the blogs and forums discussed. However, the inevitable moment came and I had the remaining strands chopped off and began to proudly sport my new TWA.

Now, as I stand in the mirror with each new style; cornrows, twists, braids and maybe one day locks I continue to be amazed as I finally look like me. This was one of the best decisions I have ever made. Even though I still have some of the same frustrations as before (I’m tender headed) there is no turning back. Having strong healthy hair is the destination and for me this has been the best way to get there. I am enjoying my journey…I hope you enjoy yours.

Kaystyle is from Virginia. She loves a good book, a good play and anything by Fred Hammond.

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