One day I just woke up, no not physically, but mentally. I got tired of trying to be accepted, considered a non-threat, a vision of "their" beauty. I wanted, no I needed to see who I was, I needed to take a journey into self. I had to for my own sanity. I had no idea who I truly was, or what I really looked like. My hair had been chemically enhanced for as long as I can remember. I was raised in the South where the term, "nappy headed" carried the most derogatory meaning. So for half of my life I ran from whatever nappy was or meant.
Then I woke up. I snatched off the acrylic nails, threw away the colored contacts, and went to the beauty shop and demanded she cut off my hair to about an inch. She thought I was crazy; honey I was just trying to get free! When I went home I sat on my bathroom sink and stared at myself. I stared for a long time. I cried, deeply. I thought I was going to hyperventilate. I finally cried because I was now free!
So my path to Queendom, or natural hair did not come easy. There were days I just wanted to hide, or run into the Beauty Supply Store to purchase my fix (the creamy crack) but I did it, and I can now see no other way!
I endured my transformation, I enjoyed every stage of my loc hair transition! I love every thing about being natural and rocking the locs! Natural hair brings me closer to God, how? Because I am showing him that I am truly thankful for this life, for what he has given, and done for me!
I am ecstatic about being in the competition, because I am alongside other natural haired beauties. I am deeply honored and truly humbled!