Last weekend, for the first time in my life- I went out on a night out with no hair cover up. No turban, scarf, head wrap, wig and the like. I was all me. If you read my blog you will know that this was a very, very, very…B-I-G deal for me- but I did it! And in the end, it felt so empowering and I got some of my most memorable compliments.
It took me a long time to get here. I actually did a hair chop in Feb, and it had begun to grow but my daily hot blow drying soon saw my hair take a Dramatic Exit, and in exasperation I went for the Big Chop earlier on this month.
A few things got me to the mental place where I could leave the house with my TWA (Teeny Weeny Afro)- I would love to say that it all came from Inner Confidence, but this would be a lie and not to mention, bull shit.
What got me here was yes my growing confidence (in specific relation to accepting the fact I had a very short cut), plus a particular encounter with a much, much younger guy who in the words of Truth Hurts, (in So Addictive), ‘makes me glow’ plus discovering these sites which feature black girls with short hair- Black Girls With Beautifully Short Hair and Short Hairstyles for Black Women.
These three (or four) factors are helping/helped me overcome my: ‘I look like a Slave/Boy/Housegirl’ complex, and it’s still a work in progress, but all journeys start with a first step, and with these images, I do believe I have taken mine.