Life with SL’s has been a joy so far. The only problem I have been having is my scalp being dry and itchy. I was told not to put anything on it by my consultant, so I will try to stay diligent in the matter. However, snowflakes in Florida (dandruff J) just isn’t going to cut it. I have had some suggestions to do an ACV rinse and/or Sulfur 8 spray. (Thanks DolceNYC1!!) So I will have to see how that works. I have to admit that I had no idea what an ACV rinse was. But then it occurred to me, hey maybe she is talking about Apple Cider Vinegar…..Voila!! Although I don’t have the best memory, thank God it isn’t completely shot. I’m sure I will be reaching out soon to figure out exactly what I need to do for the rinse. But that is the advantage to having so many knowledgeable locked sisters and brothers on the web. I also heard back from a sister who advised that she has been washing her hair every 3-4 days since she has been locked and she uses Elasta QP for her scalp condition. It seems to work for her and she hasn’t had any problems so I may try that as well (Thanks Kim!!). I completed my first wash and it came out just fine. I think I have some minor slippage in the very back, but my hair is really soft in my “kitchen” so that is to be expected.
And I think I have discovered that I have another issue, Hand in Hair Disease, which I think some people affectionately call it. I can’t seem to stop. Hopefully this will get better as time goes on, but at least I was warned that this might happen. Can I say again that…I LOVE MY SISTERLOCKS!!
I am also a member of the LIU yahoo group, and I get so much encouragement from everyone. I work in Corporate America and I always had an issue with my hair. I have mostly only worked with people who, in an effort to not offend anyone, do not look like myself. So the countless issues of not getting my hair wet in the rain, humidity, products and hair accessories to bring while traveling, etc. Not to mention the emotional roller coaster as a black woman, just trying to fit in.
Well those issues became even more evident when I decided to go natural. Not only was I going to be a black woman in a society who does not understand my struggles, but I would have to do it with a nappy headed fro. Many people did not understand my decision to cut my hair off. And it was sad because most of the “verbal” opposition came from my own kind. Now how is it that we are always talking about “keeping it real”, but the person who is saying it louder than anyone else has my skin complexion with purple eyes and blonde weave down to their ankles. Okay, an exaggeration at best, but when will it end? It is hard enough when some people at my office look at me like I am a germ or something. Mind you I am just as qualified as they are or more. Or could it be it is in my own head. That’s a thought! Nevertheless, I came to the conclusion that no matter what anyone thinks, it is more important of how I view myself. It is very easy to get caught up in our own insecurities. If is isn’t someone else doing it, chances are we are going to condemn ourselves at some point. I am learning that I do not need to seek the approval of other people. My validation in Christ is more than enough. My favorite passage says that I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139). Well if the creator of the universe says that I am wonderfully made, and in His very own image, who am I to look down on that very thing that He says is “good”. So in all my naps, (say it with me) I declare “I HAVE GOOD HAIR”. (Hey, that rhymes…hehe)
And I think I have discovered that I have another issue, Hand in Hair Disease, which I think some people affectionately call it. I can’t seem to stop. Hopefully this will get better as time goes on, but at least I was warned that this might happen. Can I say again that…I LOVE MY SISTERLOCKS!!
I am also a member of the LIU yahoo group, and I get so much encouragement from everyone. I work in Corporate America and I always had an issue with my hair. I have mostly only worked with people who, in an effort to not offend anyone, do not look like myself. So the countless issues of not getting my hair wet in the rain, humidity, products and hair accessories to bring while traveling, etc. Not to mention the emotional roller coaster as a black woman, just trying to fit in.
Well those issues became even more evident when I decided to go natural. Not only was I going to be a black woman in a society who does not understand my struggles, but I would have to do it with a nappy headed fro. Many people did not understand my decision to cut my hair off. And it was sad because most of the “verbal” opposition came from my own kind. Now how is it that we are always talking about “keeping it real”, but the person who is saying it louder than anyone else has my skin complexion with purple eyes and blonde weave down to their ankles. Okay, an exaggeration at best, but when will it end? It is hard enough when some people at my office look at me like I am a germ or something. Mind you I am just as qualified as they are or more. Or could it be it is in my own head. That’s a thought! Nevertheless, I came to the conclusion that no matter what anyone thinks, it is more important of how I view myself. It is very easy to get caught up in our own insecurities. If is isn’t someone else doing it, chances are we are going to condemn ourselves at some point. I am learning that I do not need to seek the approval of other people. My validation in Christ is more than enough. My favorite passage says that I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139). Well if the creator of the universe says that I am wonderfully made, and in His very own image, who am I to look down on that very thing that He says is “good”. So in all my naps, (say it with me) I declare “I HAVE GOOD HAIR”. (Hey, that rhymes…hehe)
Now...a shout out to my other biggest fan. Introducing Eko (like Echo), my American Bulldog puppy. He keeps me company and seems to enjoy watching me fool with my hair :-) He also doesn't mind when I pour out all the details of my day before I can talk to my husband. He just listens and loves the fact that I am spending time with him. Who knew taking care of dog would be like having a child!! Not that I even remontely know what that is like, but at least I am learning patience before my babies do decide to bless me with their presence.