fresh princess of nappy hair

Now this is a story all about how....this blog decided to come about.

It started off being called "Ego Trippin' and Reaching for stars," but then I realized that is not what I wanted to write about. It didn't touch the core of me. Now "Nappy Like Yo' Pappy" is exactly what my mother used to say to me when I would be sitting at the kitchen table, head held down, shoulders hunched, hands over my ears, prayyyyying that she wouldn't burn them again. She would put that grease on, take the pressing comb off the stove, blow it, wave it in the air, and then press. And when she was done, I had my Sunday school church curls and everything. Add some heat and two drops of sweat and hell broke loose like Satan on a Saturday nite. I would come crying to her about why I hated my hair and begging her to buy "Just for Me" so I could have the pretty waves that the other girls at school had. Plus Just for Me had music on their cassette tape and I thought that was cool. I wanted that cassette. And the burns that came with it. Didn't matter. If my hair could blow in the wind and if she could smooth down my sideburns with some Pro-Styl gel, I was good to go.

It's been 9 years since I saw my natural texture. And "Just for Me" was right about being just for me. It knew just who to target. A little girl suffering from generational self-hatred who was conditioned to believe that her hair was unfit for cuteness as long as it remained natural.

So I create this blog, which like numerous others, chronicles my journey back to my roots. Feel free to send me comments, suggestions, etc.

Also shout outs to my girl Alice over at Diary of a kinky curly transitioner who made me sit down and write my first blog post. I am forever grateful for your inspiration to do this (and the BC). Thanks love!