Well, I've did it. Fully Natural Now. But here's a few pictures of me along the way.
I was in elementary school when I fist got a relaxer in my hair. I'm not positive about my age but I'm thinking maybe 8.
I was in the thinking stage here. Around 3-4 months post relaxer and about 90 percent sure I was going to go natural but still shaky.
Transitioning style: Bantu Knot Out gone wrong. My hair was still very wet but didn't have time to do anything else to it. Stuck the pantyhose around my hair and went on.
Curled hair with hair rollers and stuck the band around it and then here you can see the new growth coming in.
Attempted to do a "curl hawk"
Not a great picture. Hair half pulled back into a pony. I was trying to convince the hubby to let me go ahead and cut it off. I told him this is what I'd look like.
A Little Chop
Saturday night as I alternated between reading my Bible, watching a movie on lifetime, and researching this natural hair ( I know a whole lot of things going on at once-kind of like this blog), I just got the urge. Every time I put my hands in my hair and felt those thick roots and straggly ends, it seemed to just drive me crazy. So at 1:00 in the morning, while Andre was asleep and I was still up, I took a pair of hair scissors and just started cutting.
After I cut a lot of my hair off. I put twists in it and rolled the ends so I would look half decent for church. I'm aware it looks like I'm doing the potty dance in this picture. Not quite sure what's going on there. lol But check out the slack in those pants! Size 14 falling down. I had to keep pulling them up.
That night I cut a little more. Andre was scared to help me. He thought he would mess it up. It was coming off anyway and he couldn't mess it up anymore than I was going Edward Scissorhands on it all day long.
The Big Chop!!!