This is me last week with a head full of hair and bored with it. I’ve worn my hair long my entire life (except when a Dominican blow-out gone wrong left it choppy and badly broken). Up until age 16 my mom relaxed my hair until I decided I to take over at the sighting of spiraled new growth. After months of braid outs to blend my natural curl pattern and the dead straight “permed” hair and several trims later, I’d finally rid my hair of any relaxer.
I’m on my way to see my stylist Yesenia at Hair Rules, who’s been caring for my curls for two years after a group of friends hosted a girls night out at the salon. I thought I’d mastered how to work with my hair, but she showed me how to bring out my BCE (best curl ever). I was impressed.
At the salon, the editor in me comes out, discussing outtakes from a recent photo shoot from the February issue of ESSENCE plus an old photo of Amel Larrieux onstage in a curly bob. My sister joins me for moral support.
It’s pretty freeing to let go and detach yourself from one particular image anyone has about how you should wear your hair because they love it that way. And, at the end of the day, it’s just hair and it will grow back.
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