My Hair Journey
Journey is a good word for it, because my god, it’s been a journey. This is a long one! I was natural until I was 12/13. Since my mother generally did low manipulation styles on my hair growing up, my hair was quite long. My mum didn’t know how to do cornrow, which was a pain when I was younger but looking back, that probably was a testament to the good health of my hair as a child. My mum would do big plaits or twists on my hair as a child, and if I had any special occasions, my mum would pay a hairdresser to cornrow my hair. I have always had a thick, full head of hair. It sounds like a blessing but it can also be a curse, due to the length of time my hair would take to do and the amount of pain I would be in while my hair was getting done. I remember that I absolutely hated getting it done. I would always cry and have a sore head afterwards. I remember my mum used to wash my hair in the bath with a bucket, which she would fill with water and pour it over my head. There ...