Friday, 19 February 2016

What my wash days look like

Ideally, I should love wash days, thats my hair and I's quality time to fall in love despite the shrinkage, tangles, knots and splits, because my hating it is literally affecting what do it but i am not ashamed to say I dread it. The time, work, energy and muscle that has to go into it is madenning and only intensifys my not so pleasant reactions to the stagnant growth but since fussing won't help I will fake it till I make it.


Sunday, 14 February 2016

I've damaged my Natural Hair

another failed attempt at make-up. Self photography is hard!

After reading Aisha's blog post on closet naturals and coming out, my hair confirmed to me that the hair practices that I had convinced myself into thinking were okay were in fact unhealthy. My hair started thinning and breaking off, it was dull, wispy and frayed at the ends. I used the word 'confirmed' because deep down, I knew what I was doing could only spell disaster for my hair. I had watched enough you-tube videos and read enough blogs to know that my type of hair could only suffer from being neglected like that. For those of you who don't know, I have been a closet for about 2 years of my 2 year and 5 month natural hair journey. Read more here and watch my natural hair story below.

Saturday, 6 February 2016

2016 Hair Goals

I have not been kind to my hair and It has not been kind to me and I need to change!
For those of  you who don't know, I have been ''natural'' since September 2013. I put the word inverted commas because I spent most of that time as a closet natural until the 27th of September 2015. By closet I mean my hair would go from weave to weave to weave to braids to twists to soft dread to weave to weave to weave with a maximum of 3-day breaks in between, which I would use for deep conditioning. It seemed to work just fine for the rest on my matric year and the whole of 2014 because in December of that year, I undid my braids and had this big beautiful thick shiny hair  and took this photo of this big high puff which was the first hairstyle I ever did with my own hair. My mother couldn't stop going on about it. She would find the smallest and funniest excuses to touch my hair, not that I'm complaining. I can never get enough of being babied by my mom.