Saturday night, I was continuing an ongoing internal debate: new relaxer vs. big chop. As I contemplated, I finally had a moment of clarity: “I’m 29 years old, and I don’t really know anything about my hair’s actual texture.” I became increasingly excited about losing the relaxer as the weekend drew to a close, especially since my relaxed hair was a frightful mess of split ends and rampant breakage.
So, first thing Monday morning, I had most of my relaxed hair cut off. Since my new growth wasn’t exceptionally long (it’s only been about two and a half months since my last relaxer), the stylist left quite a bit of relaxed hair on top. When she handed me the mirror, I exclaimed, “That’s me! Nothing to hide behind now.” So true.
Now I’m just excited about getting to know my hair and what works best for it.