According to the Urban Dictionary “Good Hair” is defined as:
This is the best definition I have seen. However, in my mind all hair is good. Seriously, my hair is good for me and your hair is good for you; its relative.
Franklin Elementary School
Summer of 1995
I never thought of my hair as “good”. I mean I knew that I had long hair. I obviously knew that my hair was longer than everyone else’s, and my hair wasn’t straight like the other black girls around me. I took for me to grow up to realize that my curls were beautiful. Fourth grade I begged and begged my mother for a perm. That summer she decided that I was old enough for a “texturizer.” (For those of you that don’t know a texturizer is perm just called something else to make people think it’s not as harsh.) I LOVED IT!!! My hair was straight! Bone straight! Not a curl in sight!
So I’m now living with my father, stepmother, and stepsister. This was possibly the worst hair year that I have her had in my 25 years on earth. My step mother and sister would go to the salon every week, religiously, to get their hair done. But ME??? OH NO! I would get a box perm once every 4 months, slap it on my roots, and throw on a skully and call it a day. My father hated it, with a passion. One day as my step mom and sister were getting ready to go to the beauty shop, my father looked at me with a straight face and said I was going to get a hair cut. I was like cool I could use a trim. No… He meant a real full blow hair cute. He wanted me to cut off all my lovely nappy locks. So I went and I told her to only cut the top and leave the back long. Yes ladies and gents, I requested a MULLET! IT WAS HIDEOUS. But I got my point across, and continued to wear skully’s every single day.
My first big chop.
I had went though the process of transitioning to natural. I can’t really recall why it was that I stop getting perms. I think it was just out of pure laziness. I went and chopped my BSL hair completely off, into the cutest bob that you would ever see!
Since my first big chop my hair has been chopped, permed, and chopped again. My last “huge” chop was about a little over a year ago. It was one of the hottest summer on record. I woke up and my head felt like it was on fire. I had already faded half of my hair, in a moment of mild depression. So it was nothing for me to take my clippers and shave the other half of my hair off and go back to sleep.
And today my hair is shoulder length, healthy, and gorgeous. I still have a long way to go before I reach my goal length of bra strap length. I hope that you all will enjoy this journey with me, and get all the tips that you need to start or continue your own healthy curly girl journey.