My Love and Hate Affair With Wigs

It is hard to not love wigs when you have a tight curl pattern. When your hair is full of 4c coils, you tend to gravitate to wigs. Having a big head, I used to always go to my local beauty supply store to search for curly wigs.

At first, I loved you wig. You were my quick fix to a bad hair day. I hate getting a re-twist on my locs because I don’t like foreign hands in my hair. But I loved foreign hair on top of my hair. It made me feel like a new person. Longer, big, vivacious hair made me feel exotic. Wig you made me feel Brazilian. You made me feel partially Indian. You made me feel biracial although I am 100% African American. You took away the title of ” oh she’s just a nappy-headed hood-rat ” and replaced it with “she’s bad, she must be mixed”. You made me feel wild and free. Like I could get hired at a higher paying job with you on. Like I could get a white man to ask me out with European strands on top of my head. Like I could walk a runway at a fashion event and not be called racial slurs. Like I could sit down with Michelle Obama and not feel out of place because even the former First Lady rocks a white woman-like wig frequently.

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But now I hate you. You eroded the baby hairs that I used to cherish. My receding hairline is because of you. You made be pat my head vigorously because I could not reach the top of my scalp. My head appeared bigger in the mirror because of you. You made guys become more attracted to me, not because I was naturally being me, but because the length and smooth strands made me appear to be mixed. You made me not want to be natural and to just always take the shortcuts in my hair life. Loving you transformed my appearance, but harmed the health of my hair. Loving you made fake friends call me a hooker because I always had a different hairstyle. Loving you made me love myself less.

Maybe one day I will love you again. I loved the way you touched the middle of my back like my real hair never had. The way I feel asleep with you on when I was too exhausted to take you off. The way you made me feel like I was a new person. Like I could have a whole new identity. Because sometimes I don’t like my external appearance. I don’t like the hurtful stereotypes inflicted on me because of my kinky curls. Because of my ethnic background. Maybe one day I will want that fancy high-paying job where I have a rich white man as a boss at a popular big corporation. Chances, are without you on, they won’t give my resume a second look. We all know wearing locs reduces the chances of me getting hired.

But for now, I have broken up with you. So you can go embrace the scalp of another beautiful woman.

I feel freer without you.

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Loc Growth

I have had locs since January of 2015. Now, I would like to look back and see all the progress I have made. I have gone natural. I took my hair from a relaxed state to a coarse one. I am still unsure as to whether putting too much oils in my hair causes dandruff. I used to love putting relaxer in my hair because it seemed to kill the dandruff. My locs have grown in length and they seem to be looking more thick. I am trying to semi free-form them.

I fell in love with dreads after watching Black Ink. It was a show about a black owned tattoo shop, and it still airs on VH1 , but I would just watch it to look at Dutchess hair. Every time I saw it I thought to myself, her hair is beautiful. After that, I started to do extensive research on locs. And when I say extensive, I mean I was obsessed! But I just love that we can keep our hair long and thick via dreadlocks! Perm destroys our hair and even when natural it can be hard to keep retention. I will continue to put up pics of my progress.

I haven’t been re-twisting them every couple of weeks. They only get re-twisted every couple of months. It is about time for me to re-twist them. Here are growth pics of my locs:

 

 

I see a lot of growth. Since I have started my locs it has been 4 years and I have seen about 9 inches of growth. I want to have Rastafarian hair. I don’t want to have hair that looks like its getting re-twisted at the salon every couple of weeks. When you re-twist your hair every couple weeks it ends up looking very thin, and thin locs is easier to break. I have a type of hair that does not like to be touched a lot. That is African hair. Mother African hair.

Here is a vlog where I shortly discuss what African Beauty And Braids is all about. Enjoy!

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It seems like all the girls with locs are Rastafarian! LOL. But they do mostly originate from Jamaica. Nerissa Irving has got me crushin on her locs. She really has long locs. She says in her YouTube videos that  her locs are more of a free form and she hasn’t gotten them twisted in about a year. Wow! I really do wish I can achieve her length someday. In the meanwhile, I will gaze in utter admiration upon her hair.

It is my goal that in the future my hair will look like this:

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