My hair journey has been an interesting one. When I was younger, I always wanted locs, but I was scared because everyone told me they would be ugly and unruly. So, I kept weaves in for years until I got tired of them and started wearing my hair short, which I absolutely loved. I’m a 90’s short-hair girl at heart; that style fits me so well.

I was natural for 15 years. I rocked afros, wash-and-go's, blowouts, and buns mostly buns, honestly. Then I decided to try locs. I started with extensions, but the tension was too much for my soft, curly hair, so I took them out. I started over a couple of times and didn’t like the outcome. But the last time, my locs came out beautifully and after about a year and a half, I cut them. I don’t even know why. I think I was going through a midlife moment or something… lol.

After a while, I returned to my short, semi-relaxed pixie cut, and I absolutely loved the way it looked on me. Still, something inside felt off like a quiet emptiness I couldn’t quite name. Eventually, I realized what it was.

I have a daughter, and I teach her to love her natural body and her natural hair. Yet here I was, straightening mine. For me, that felt hypocritical. I didn’t feel fully aligned or authentic while relaxing my natural curls. Blowing my hair out feels different because I can always return to my curls, but relaxing it felt permanent, like a disconnect from myself.

So, I made a conscious decision to start over with a big chop, again! For me, this choice is deeply spiritual. And if you’re not where I am spiritually, you may not fully understand and that’s okay.

Let me be clear: I hold no judgment or hate toward anyone who chooses to keep their hair relaxed. Many of those styles are absolutely beautiful. This isn’t about comparison or superiority. It’s about alignment. If I preach self-love, self-acceptance, and natural beauty, then I have to practice it too.

I still have my pixie cut, it’s just natural now.