In my household there have been almost a handful of sayings we lived by when it got here to our hair. These phrases have been handed right down to me by my mom, to her by her personal mom, my grandmother by my great-grandmother, and lived-on by aunts, cousins, and neighbors. After I started to mess around with the size and shade of my hair once I was 17, I started to push these truths that have been so priceless between us. I don’t remorse any of it, however now that I’ve a daughter with evolving hair of her very personal, and sit sq. in my thirties, I see what they meant after they stated that factor they stated.
“Don’t let an offended hairstylist do your hair.”
“Don’t let a pregnant individual do your hair.”
“Don’t wash your hair whenever you’re bleeding.”
“Don’t minimize your hair whenever you’re mad.”
“Spirits, folks, and recollections, cling to your hair, so minimize it whenever you let go.”
I thought of all of those phrases as my buddy Rubi chopped layers of my fro off inch by inch one Monday afternoon. I felt nothing. The form of nothing that informed my soul I used to be past prepared. The form of nothing that was not solely prepared for restore, however extra importantly, the restoration that occurs inside oneself after hair is shed so freely.
There’s numerous catching as much as do, however let’s begin right here at this 10 12 months anniversary large chop, we could?
Photographs by Kelsey Cherry for LaTonya Yvette