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So a relaxed child asked me, “Why do people relax their hair when they know chemicals are bad for them?”

I gave a pacifist answer like “I don’t know maybe they like the look or the ease”. That’s only partly true but I don’t think I’m the right person to be spilling the whole truths since a) she is not my child b) her mother obviously does not share my beliefs since she’s had a relaxer since she was 3 years c) she is too young to fully grasp Anti-Blackness. I am not anti-relaxer and I respect people’s choice to relax, but the political reasons still burden our community strong. Was I wrong?

I should decorate my cap but tomorrow is dedicate to trying the fit the damn thing on my head. I thought I’d get more hairstyle ideas by now but that sadly isn’t so. I could’ve done a throwback to my mom’s days in the 70s and sat it up there on top of my ‘fro, but that cap is hella small. I’m gonna blow it out and/or get it braided or twisted somehow.

I need to learn to stop looking at the “cornrows” tag

Less kinder/PC words have been said, “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result”

It does NOT get better. What I see needs to be put out its misery. I think I need a prayer circle and some oil after that. I can hear the sound of 600 years of ancestors weeping. The struggle parts tho. It’d be only slightly different if they looked passable. The majority deserves a “you tried” sticker.

How does one even find well photographed natural hair for visual references? Even if I find something even close to what I’m looking for its hard to see anything in detail.

I am really glad that I’ve matured out of being afraid to wear my naked hair. For the first couple years, other women and some men convinced me that natural hair was somehow masculine and I had to dress it or my face up. Screw that noise. I had headbands, clips, and all that jazz but it felt excessive. My fro and twists have their own beauty and if people don’t see that then they can just move on. I now have the confidence to rock it solo and just throw something up there as a whim more than and obligation.

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