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Naturally Yours...

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a couple of announcements to make...

First of all, as of Friday, April 25, 2008, I am no longer a member in good standing of Weave Nation. That, for me, is a big deal, but not as big as this next one...

My hair and I have now gone completely natural.

If you've ever grown out a relaxer, you know exactly what this means. I have been a slave to the lye since my mother first applied it to my hair when I was in the fifth grade. Even though I've admired my natural sisters, I was afraid to leave the chemicals behind. How would I look? What would people think?

When I moved to California last year, I found out that the majority of my sisters out here don't even wear relaxers. That's thanks to a wonderful thing called a humidity-free climate. Their hair looked just as silky as mine did, but without the lye I was so addicted to.

I decided to join them in their naturalness. I started off with two-strand twists last year, and moved into Weave Nation. I loved it because it gave me the look I wanted with the freedom I needed to do what I wanted to do. Everything was going great until my money ran out. I needed to contribute to the coffers of the Nation, but my funds said no. That's when I said, "Take it out!"

That's what happened on April 25th. I got it pressed that day, and I was surprised to see that I, too, had the silkies. In fact, here's a picture of it.



Before you jump on me for not showing my face, please note that it wasn't intentional. I'm not really digging the front of my hair just yet because it's not as thick and pretty as I want it to be.

Anyway, that was taken before I decided to return to the gym. I found out something that many women already knew -- sweat and pressed hair just don't mix. That wonderful silky look was absolutely obliterated by the time I got through with Turbo Kickboxing.

Now I'm searching for other styling options that won't leave me looking like a deranged woman. I've spent my weekend washing and trying to style this hair of mine, and it's been an adventure -- to say the least. After a scary attempt at Afro, I've finally decided on the puff, which is basically an Afro ponytail. I'm still not happy with it, but when I get there, I'll share. Stay tuned...

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