Relax Me, Baby!
There is no shame to my game – I have a relaxer. I admire people that have natural hair styles, but for the amount of time I spend in the gym and training, a relaxer does great things for me. I generally get one every 6 weeks.
It was a typical six week morning visit as I sat in Chenica’s chair. She checked my hair and there didn’t look like there was too much new growth (my hair had been flat ironed the visit before). I agreed and we thought we could just wait another two weeks until my next visit. I received a roller wrap and was on my way out the door. (I didn’t think twice about the rain that was outside).
The humidity and my hair got in a fight, and the humidity won. As I pulled up that afternoon to pick my boyfriend up from the airport he said, “Did you just wake up?” Wow! That’s kinda crazy. I instantly grabbed the ponytail holder that I faithfully wear around my wrist and pulled my hair back.
That weekend was okay because I could flat iron or curl my hair. But, as the days crept on, my hair started to revolt. At first my hair became more difficult to brush. I had to start at the ends and gently work my way up – slowly. It then got to the point where it felt like my hair was shriveled up and grasping my scalp like a leach looking for blood. I couldn’t comb it. I couldn’t even put my fingers through it. It was some thick stuff! I tried to look for the positive in the situation. I said a blessing that my hair was finally long enough to be pulled in a ponytail and I proudly sported one for an entire week.
As I sat again in Chenica’s chair I gave her the warning that it was pretty bad. Not only was my kitchen bad, but the entire house needed to be remodeled. She only took me half serious until she parted (well tried) my hair down the center. Although it was really rough, Chenica worked wonders like always. As she finished, I ran my fingers through my hair and was so glad to feel like my normal self. Chenica is a wonderful beautician and we continue to watch my hair grow longer and more healthy.
We all have our bad hair days, some are worse than others. I learned it’s all about doing the best you can with what ya got, until you can do better.
M.Y. August 2009