My Sisterly Natural Hair Bond

Natural hair has made a huge impact on many of women these days. Seems like every where you turn you'll find at least 3-4 women rocking a coily bush of sorts. You go on YouTube and there are tons and tons of "Big Chop" videos. Some did the big chop because it was something to do, some because they wanted to keep up with the Jones' and others because they were tired of the damaging effects of the many years of chemicals.

Trying to figure out a style for my bush the other day had me frustrated and in distress, it had me wondering why I decided to take this natural hair journey and why I should or shouldn't keep the journey going. I mean my hair seems like it's the roughest toughest texture there is, it doesn't behave at all and it doesn't take well to most products or most styles so why should I even bother?

After laying back and resting my oh so tired arms I started really thinking about it, what was stopping me from indulging in the creamy crack once again what was holding me back from taking what may seem to be the easy road out? The true and honest reason why I started in the beginning two years ago.

It was the week of my 29th birthday, I had finally come up with some plans on how I would celebrate, a few friends, my hubby and my sisters out together enjoying some music, food and having a good time. I had already decided that I was going to get me some of that good Brazilian hair and get me a good weave put in so what was the point of relaxing my hair if it was just going to be hidden anyway? Plans were in motion when my sister was admitted into the hospital on Novemeber 1st, we were all unsure of  how bad this was going to be. I selfishly thought that she would be back home and ready to rock and roll with me by the weekend; I had no worries at all. Unbeknownst to me she would never join me again for this birthday or any others to come. She was placed into a medically induced coma on my birthday Nov. 4 which to this day has put such a damper on a day that should be one of the best days of the year for me. Fast forward some months and she's awake and communicating, she's is so upset that her hair is just not the way she wants it or is used to it being because it had to be cut so that the doctors and nurses could perform their many tests and procedures and had not been relaxed for a few months by now. I told her no worries look at mine, I was wearing a wig at the time with my natural hair wildly tucked beneath it, I pulled the wig off and showed her how mine was probably a lot worst than hers. I told her that I would not get a perm until she was out of the hospital and that we could get our perms together when she was able to. 

Unfortunately that day never came. I remember my other sister and I telling the funeral director to not add to much extra to her makeup and hair but to allow her natural beauty to show when preparing her for her final day with us. They did a wonderful job, she was beautiful, her make up was on point, brows on fleek and her beautiful naturally curly bush was glistening with the lights.

I believe it was that day that I unconsciously decided that I was going to continue on this natural hair journey of mine. This journey has been a challenge, I'm still not very fond of my curl pattern but the word that I gave to a very special person is still my bond. 

Who knows how this journey will unfold in the years to come but as of right now my natural hair holds a special bond and a bond that I am not yet ready to break. And so I will embrace the kinky coiffure that is mine and seek to become one with it, I pray that we become one sooner rather than later because right now it is given me the blues! I'm sure I'll understand it better by and by....

Until next time!