Hey y’all! Today’s a special day—I’m finally revealing my natural hair, and I couldn’t be more excited to take you along this journey with me.
Let me take you back to February of last year. My hair had become extremely thin, and after years of wearing wigs, I suspected they were part of the reason. So with the support of my husband—who actually did the big chop himself—I made the bold decision to start fresh. I didn’t swear off wigs completely, but I promised myself I’d give my hair room to breathe and heal.
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Since then, it’s been a journey of growth—literally and emotionally. I’ve leaned into protective styles like braids, soft locs, and crochet to let my scalp recover. Bit by bit, I started to see results. My hair, which once felt fragile and sparse, is now showing medium density. It’s progress, and I celebrate every inch of it.
But this journey hasn’t been without its challenges. I carry a scar on one side of my scalp—something that’s deeply personal. It came from a strong medication I had to take while in the ICU after giving birth to my son, Darius. That patch of hair hasn’t grown back yet, but I nurture it daily with oils, care, and patience. Healing takes time, and I honor that part of my story too.
Let’s talk about texture. My natural hairline, inherited from my mom’s side, is full of character—and yes, a few grays are making their debut right up front. Funny enough, my mom is 67 and barely has any grays. Genetics can be wild, right?
Every wash day, my hair shrinks like crazy—something many of us with natural African American hair know all too well. The tight curls, the different textures, the shrinkage—it’s all a beautiful part of my crown, even if detangling feels like a full-time job.
I’m genuinely proud of how far my hair has come. In the coming weeks, I plan to show up more often in my natural state. Wigs will still have their place—especially for quick errands or when I want to switch it up—but this is me embracing the real me.
Thank you for walking beside me, supporting me, and cheering me on. Your encouragement means more than you know. Here's to growth—in all its forms.
