...To the natural

I wanted a straw set but the beautician talked me out of it. She said that I would need a relaxer if I wanted a straw set...I know what you're thinking. It didn't make any sense to me either. Yet, I could tell that me going natural made her just as uncomfortable as it made me. So I just let her do what she wanted to do. Then I fixed it at home. You can see the results.

I tried to mimic the "sista" in the photo and (although I have blue walls) it didn't work. I think I need to grow more hair first, so my forehead won't dominate the picture.

getting there,

MorganEliseJ

Transition...To the natural

 

My experiences with hair have been up and down. Some of my most memorable experiences deal with me running through the house trying to escape the Hot King Comb--you may know it as the "pressing comb." I wonder why my mom was so determined to get them naps out that she would chase me all through the house, by "chase" I actually mean yell from her chair that she's not gonna chase me and I better get back here NOW. Because I would create such a scene whenever she brought out the Hot King Comb, she ended up taking me to the hair salon. I was about six years old when I got my first relaxer. 

Now I don't know what kind of life crisis I'm going through--actually I do but I just don't wanna share it with y'all--but sometime during this summer I realized that I have no idea what my un-relaxed hair looks like. And frankly, I think that's kinda sad...pathetic even. So I'm stripping my hair of the heat and the chemicals. I'm writing this down, so that there is proof that I decided to do this. Therefore, I can be held accountable for my actions by my smart-mouthed friends who will undoubtedly taunt me, if I ever try to succumb to the creamy crack. Hopefully my hair turns out to look as fly as the sista in the photo. I don't know why I just said "sista."

love always,

MorganEliseJ

I decided...

There comes a time when you have to stop saying what you're going to do and just do it. This is the beginning of a journey and I decided today that I'm taking control of my destiny. At church today, the message stuck a cord with me. I realized that my nonchalant attitude, my comfort with the status quo is actually a result of my failure to trust God. So today I decided to trust Him in every way and to do everything that I said I'm going to do. I decided to write. I decided to stop playing around and find a bomb ass job. I decided to go wherever that bomb ass job is. I decided to be patient. I decided to go natural, to love, to sing. I decided to be a better friend and to be more compassionate to others. I decided...to live. So, follow me as I work through these transitions, working to become my very best self.

love always,

MorganEliseJ