I will post every Saturday, and maybe more when school is out. Right now I'm using my mom's computer because my laptop is currently in a coma. It's very close to dying from a drowning accident. Hopefully my computer can be cured so I can post more often, but odds are not good, and right now the doctors (a.k.a apple store employees) are advising that my computer come off of life support.
Once I get my replacement computer, then I can customize this blog. I have none of my own recent pictures on this one, and my mom has a hp pc, and I'm used to my macbook. I'm crawling out of my skin without a computer to use. The only thing I do online anymore is watch natural videos, go on natural blogs and websites, do homework, and wish I could BC right now. I've been watching my natural videos in my iphone, but the tiny screen really makes it annoying to surf the web. I miss the freedom of a laptop.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Hair History
Hi! Welcome to School Nappy. My name is J. I am a high school freshmen. Before I tell you about my blog, I want to share some of my hair history.
I was natural most of my life. My mom usually dry combed/ picked my hair and put it in twists with bubbles, or cornrows. One thing I remember clearly from when I was little, was that I wanted to wear my hair out, like my hispanic friends, and my black friend, who had tightly coiled curls that her mother allowed her to wear out. I usually went to an African American salon once I got older, and I was routinely burned on my ears with hot combs and fed fried okra (yuck!).
When we moved from my very diverse neighborhood, to a more... caucasian one, my mom took me to a dominican salon. For a while I just got routine blow outs and flat irons.
One day, I got my first relaxer. My mom decided to go natural (but still straightening her hair) some point earlier, but my sisters were begging for a relaxer for a while so she let them have it. It just tagged along because I was never really serious about my hair, but I was happy for a while. I got to wear my hair out.
My middle school was pretty funny. My school was pretty white, but one place you could find black girls was on the track team. Pretty much every black girl in my grade was on the track team, except for 2. One day we were all talking about relaxers. My transition had already started at that point. One of my friends (who wore her hair straight every day) said that her mom would never let a drop of lye touch her head. Most of the girls said that they either did not have a relaxer, or were growing it out. That surprised me.
One day my friend came in to track and field practice with her natural hair. I immediately fell in love with her hair, and at that point, I wanted to cut my relaxed ends off. She was my new hair crush. I complemented her on it every day. Unfortunately, my mother keeps trying to discourage me from big chopping too soon. I agree with her, but I get more and more sick of straight hair every day. So sadly, I'm stuck transitioning. My mom agreed to let me cut my relaxed ends off in a year or two (at a good length), and she began taking me to a natural salon. This blog is the only thing keeping me from throwing myself aginst a wall to break my arms so I don't grab those scizzors and start hacking away.
So that was my hair history. Come along with me and we can make more hair history together.
I was natural most of my life. My mom usually dry combed/ picked my hair and put it in twists with bubbles, or cornrows. One thing I remember clearly from when I was little, was that I wanted to wear my hair out, like my hispanic friends, and my black friend, who had tightly coiled curls that her mother allowed her to wear out. I usually went to an African American salon once I got older, and I was routinely burned on my ears with hot combs and fed fried okra (yuck!).
When we moved from my very diverse neighborhood, to a more... caucasian one, my mom took me to a dominican salon. For a while I just got routine blow outs and flat irons.
One day, I got my first relaxer. My mom decided to go natural (but still straightening her hair) some point earlier, but my sisters were begging for a relaxer for a while so she let them have it. It just tagged along because I was never really serious about my hair, but I was happy for a while. I got to wear my hair out.
My middle school was pretty funny. My school was pretty white, but one place you could find black girls was on the track team. Pretty much every black girl in my grade was on the track team, except for 2. One day we were all talking about relaxers. My transition had already started at that point. One of my friends (who wore her hair straight every day) said that her mom would never let a drop of lye touch her head. Most of the girls said that they either did not have a relaxer, or were growing it out. That surprised me.
One day my friend came in to track and field practice with her natural hair. I immediately fell in love with her hair, and at that point, I wanted to cut my relaxed ends off. She was my new hair crush. I complemented her on it every day. Unfortunately, my mother keeps trying to discourage me from big chopping too soon. I agree with her, but I get more and more sick of straight hair every day. So sadly, I'm stuck transitioning. My mom agreed to let me cut my relaxed ends off in a year or two (at a good length), and she began taking me to a natural salon. This blog is the only thing keeping me from throwing myself aginst a wall to break my arms so I don't grab those scizzors and start hacking away.
So that was my hair history. Come along with me and we can make more hair history together.
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