Some of us ladies might admit that figuring out what the heck to do with our hair is much like the trial and error of dating—we kiss a lot of style “frogs” before our prince finally comes
Well ladies . . . call me a hopeless romantic, but in “courting” my natural hair, I think I’m
finally frog-free! And like a woman on a mission to find “the one,” I’ve resorted to extreme
measures in the name of love—starting with shaving my head!
Yup! I did it. I mustered all the badass-ness I could find within and took the plunge.
After 20+ years of hair tragedies (Jheri Curls, “perm burns,” color catastrophes) and some
triumphs (cute cuts, beautiful braids, and weave wonders), I realized one thing: I’d seen my
hair in many different ways, but NEVER had I truly seen my hair!
So on that fateful day, my sister stood above me in my bedroom, clippers gripped firmly in her hand. She helped hype me up for this bold step all week and the time had finally come. I clinched my teeth, squeezed my eyes shut, and gave her the cue to take it all off.
Before I knew it, my silky straight auburn faux-hawk was reduced to fuzz!
When I opened my eyes, I felt like I’d been set up on a hair blind date. I sat staring at this
new 'do wondering if it would leave me as unfulfilled as all the exes had. But, like any blind-
dater, I had to remain open to what may lie in store.
And to my surprise, though it wasn’t quite love at first sight, the weeks that followed
revealed new growth and lots of curly possibilities. I started to smile at my natural hair's springy texture and got excited to see how it would respond to my latest styling idea. New love was definitely in the air.
“Maybe I’ll keep these curls around,” I thought to myself . . .
Check back next week for Part 2 in Dre Brown's Nouveau Natural saga: "Don't Sweat the Technique"