Happy Hairversary!

I can’t believe it’s about to be a whole year since I have embraced weave! And I must say I’m very glad that I stepped out of my comfort zone, taking on another challenge. Just about a year ago, I have stepped up my “Hair Game” (if you will) and taught myself how to do a variation of styles using weave. These experiments ranged from curly to straight and long to short. Thanks to weave, my styles are attributed to my mood. When someone has the nerve to question my weave wearing, I kindly tell them, “It’s simple. Just like my earrings, necklaces, and rings, my weave is an accessory. Keep in mind, I’m an artist and this is an expression of my self taught skill.“

As always, I’ve been big on hair. Ironically, I had the worst time with my hair growing up. Whether it be washing, blow drying, or even preparing for bed, there was difficulty. My mother definitely tried, but failed at doing a head full of thick and natural hair. Inevitably, this crime led us to the salon every two weeks. The days of elementary, middle and high school, I was famously known for my press and curl. All the other girls in my classes wore braids or permed hairstyles. Yet, my mother attested them, leaving me to stick out like a soar thumb. However, this gave me a very early lesson to embrace my natural beauty, the one god gave me.
On top of everything else, everyone only knew me by my hair. Even today, my hair is the first thing people recognize or retain from the last time we’ve seen each other. on the other hand that’s been the reason why some of my peers don’t recognize me when i switch up my hair styles (which is often every week or two). With all that aside, I still (and always will) love my hair and the long journey we have surpassed together. My hair has never been a walk in the park, but when those tough times arise I’ll always have a pack of weave by my side.