I’ve had my locks for a little 10 years.
It’s past the middle of my back.
I get a lot of compliments, questions a few unwelcome opinions - but I stay humble cause I could be wrong.
I take my hair seriously and I don’t take my seriously.
Sometimes the length surprises me. I often find myself asking - when did that happen?! It’s silly but very true :s I think that locks are a beautiful representation of the beauty and strength of black, kinky hair. I also think that anyone, no matter their hair texture, can look good with locks. I honestly mean that.
Over and over again especially of late, my hair reminds me of the power and importance of sacrifice. The only way I could have gotten to this place where I can attempt any style I wanted, search perilously for the right size shower cap (large), have my hair go into my bowl of soup, say boldly, “All this, is all mine,” was by going through those amazingly inconvenient months. The beginning phase of locking your hair is crazy fuzzy and… just crazy :s
But now thanks to a great hairdresser, YT, desire and patience I have hair that I am proud of and really defines the look I present to the world.
There are so many important things that I have been procrastinating about for so, so, so long. Bracers, going back to school, driving. If I had started even close to when I started my locks I think I would feel more like the 31 year old woman that I am. So far I have been navigating the adult world fairly well, but my lack of knowledge and experience is getting old. I need to put things in gear.
For me, this year is all about feeling the discomfort of sacrifice and then enjoying its inevitable pleasure.
Oh yea! And not beating myself up about the time it’s taken to get to this enlightenment.