Just like learning to accept my body, transitioning to natural hair has truly been a journey. So much so that this is my second try at it. The first time I went natural I transitioned for a year and when I cut the last bit of my perm off, I looked in the mirror and I almost went into tears. Not because I had that moment that most naturals talk about, you know the moment when you felt so liberated and free and wanted to shout to the roof tops, “I love my natural hair”!!!! But Instead, when I made that last cut I felt a feeling of sadness. I looked in that mirror people and I was like. Omg what did I do?!? I did not feel beautiful, I did not feel free, instead the magic that this black girl felt was very dark. Within that hour I was at the nearest beauty supply store snatching up that good ol creamy crack to slap back in my head and didn’t even give it a second thought. Over that next year I struggled with my hair. The relaxer basically sent my hair into complete shock. I dealt with excessively dry and dull hair, breakage and a list of other issues. Which had me question my decision to get a relaxer again and only confirmed that relaxers can really do some damage to your hair. If you have been following me on social media and my blog you know that I continuously preach body positivity and most importantly self-love and acceptance of yourself. With that being said I couldn’t help but to question why when I looked in that mirror a couple of years ago, why didn’t I feel the person staring back at me was beautiful simply because of my hair. Then I realized just as with not loving your body, not loving your hair is a societal issue. Society had instead led our mothers and our grandmothers to believe that their black was not beautiful, that kinky hair was less attractive than straighter hair and these ideals had been transferred on through generations. Adding on the media’s perception of beauty being feed to us through TV, social media ect its no wonder that people, women in particular put so much pressure on themselves to look a certain way. When I told my mother that I was going natural I might as well had of told her I was about to jump off a bridge. The look on her face was that of devastation and confusion. Although I understood her feelings I could not internalize them. So I decided to give going natural another try when I became pregnant with my son. Over the next year and a half I wore wigs as I transitioned to natural, slowly cutting off my perm as new growth grew in. Every time I cut off a little more perm I became more and more excited. What was so different this time you say? I believe at this point I had fully began to accept me and be confident in the women I had become without worrying about what other people had to say or thought about my choices when it comes to me and my body. During my transition I wore wigs, kept my hair moisturizer and did not use heat at all. This process really helped to keep my hair protected and healthy. I loved/ love wearing wigs. I have a very busy and hectic life and wigs are honestly so convenient and allow me to change-up my look to whatever I can imagine without damaging my own hair. Even with wearing wigs I was met with adversity from others. Statements like… you should wear your real hair, why do you wear wigs and the list goes on. At the end of the day people are always going to have something to say. The best advice I can give is to “Do you , Be You, For You” , basically live your life and do what makes you comfortable and happy. This applies to your body, your hair whatever it maybe. Through out life I have learned that people will try to put you in a box to make themselves feel comfortable and we are so much more complex than that. I most recently wore my hair out for the world to see and posted it on social media. This was a huge step for me. I felt a sense of empowerment and beauty because I tried something new and did not care what response I received from others. The truth is, if I decided to put a perm in my hair tomorrow, slap a wig on real quick or decided to change anything in my life, such as diet, what ever that may be I can do that because that is what “I” want to do. That does not make me any less authentic, any less proud to be black or any less body positive. What that makes me is an individual who is able to do what I want, when I want! Besides, being like everyone else is boring, being yourself…. Well that is where the magic happens!