MY HAIR JOURNEY

Since I could remember my mother texturized my hair. She has thee most soft beautiful hair and here I am with so much hair, and it was THICK. I remember counting down to getting my hair relaxed. "what was the last date, see my roots, its thick enough! its time" I would say. I would be so excited each and every time. "make sure you sleek each area mama" "Its burning a little but we can leave it on for 5 more minutes". If I knew what I know now I would never put my hair or myself through all that trauma. 

Year in and year out I put my hair through so much, but still was so surprised when my hair would break or take long to grow. How can you do all that and still expect a positive outcome?

I relocated to United States of America the year 2017. I got on the plane feeling so insecure, feeling so frustrated cause my hair didn't look as what I had in mind. The night before I slept with hair rollers, it was so uncomfortable but I knew that all I wanted was on fleek hair. I removed my rollers and immediately told my mother, we should have relaxed my hair. I blow dried my hair and flat ironed that morning, burned my ears, concentrating on my front and my roots. Nothing worked! how can my hair be so stubborn and disappointing? I literally screamed that morning, having so much still to do and had to drive 4 hours to get me to the airport that also didn't help. I landed in Dubai, went to the restroom and saw what I looked like. I felt like a homeless person, clothes suddenly seemed as dry as my hair. How did I get to this place, the place where I judged myself so hard. 

We finally departed and landed in USA, I grabbed my hat and tried to tuck my brittle split ends in the sides. Weeks went by and doing my research I decided to spoil myself with a keratin/ Brazilian treatment. I could not believe that I have spent 300 dollars and still walked out looking the same. I was so angry with this people for overcharging me and them telling me it was a struggle working with "black African hair". 3 months went by and I ended up in another salon. I asked the "Asian" lady if she can do my hair, trim it and just put life back in my hair. She cut my hair so short and kept telling me how damaged it is, that I need to let everything go and just there MY NATURAL JOURNEY STARTED, without me knowing, that is exactly what I needed.