My daughter Stacy was born in July 2006. I retouched my new growth three months after her birth. Shortly after, my hair began to shed. I basically would reach up and run my fingers through it and clumps would come out. So much to the point that I began to hide my hair loss from my husband. Out of frustration, I decided to do the BC. In December 2006, I had chopped my hair off.
I am originally from Los Angeles where most of the African American women wear their hair straight by press, weave, wig or perm. Now I had my natural hair. Which was strange and odd for me. I have to admit that I felt naked and ashamed. At first, I did not want to leave the house. I felt as if all that I was resided in my having straight and long hair. It was my covering and protection from what others thought of me. I had to get over all of these emotions and start to learn about true beauty which comes from the inside, not the outside. And then I began to feel proud and beautiful. I heard compliments like exotic and chic...It was awesome.
I realized with short hair I had to keep my eyebrows done and earrings on otherwise I might look like a boy and I knew that wasn't appropriate. It's a journey...one that I didn't realize was actually starting for me.
