Curly Contemplations...

There have been several things I contemplate on my natural hair journey this time around, that I never did before like...

Why do I constantly touch my hair like it's going to float away... lol

My 'fro does resemble a black cloud of cotton candy hmm... Maybe it would be licorice flavored if it was!

Why do I get this gut reaction when I see the words nappy and kinky?

I have a feeling that it has to do with the slave collective memories we of African descent all share as well as the feelings passed down gestation-ally from our ancestors who endured being called those name venomously, but it also has to do with Nikki Minaj's song where she calls Lil' Kim a nappy headed hoe and the dismissive attitude I receive from some Black men who don't seem to like my natural....

Makes me wonder how Nikki's hair looks with out a pink wig on it or a perm in it... We already can google how she looks without the fake boobs or butt...

I see my reflection better now in my daughter curls, as well as her father's texture whose hair was down his back in cornrows for a time and it makes me happy that through my self-acceptance, she has found the beauty in herself.

I am constantly searching for my curl reflected in another curly-girl's hair and I want to stop but it seems like I cannot. I am searching for ways to wear my hair as well as to see how it will look when its longer...

It seems I am insatiable... Check my Pinterest - it's an addiction.