IT'S MY LOC-A-VERSRY

I can’t believe that it has been a full year already. I remember the day I discovered sisterlocks online. I saw them on natural website and knew that I wanted them right away. I had quite a bit of relaxed hair and was elated that I did not have to cut my hair off to achieve locs. However, I did decide to cut as much of the relaxed hair as I could stand. Plus I knew once I did the BC (big chop) I would be committed to the locs.

What I was not prepared for was the price. My consultant quoted me a price of 400.00That was like a blow to the chest, kinda knocked the wind out of a sistah. But she lowered the price to 350.00 after I did the BC. Don’t get me wrong 350.00 aint nothing to sneeze at either. Regardless of the price I wanted those sisterlocks. However, if I knew about other locking methods such as braidlocs and nappylocs I would have chosen that route. I love my sisterlocks , but my goal was to be loc’ed I was not that caught up with the method.

Locking my hair has been tough at times. During the beginning there was times when I thought I looked crazy. I hated when co-workers would questioned me about my hair or just give me the look. I started to wear a lil more makeup because my hair was in transistion and was straight on the ends and looked kinda wild at times. When I first started a head band was too big so there was nothing for me to do but roll them on perm rods. But even on perm rods my straight ends still stuck through. Man there were times I just wanted my old hair back. I won’t lie and say I loved every minute of being locked.

I started with 2”-3” of half relaxed hair and about 1.5” of natural hair. The first thing I noticed about my short locks was my face. I could not hide behind the hair.. it was all me. There were times I wanted longer locks but towards the third month I began to accept that locking is a journey and there will be good days and not so good days. Although there were days I felt a bit insecure locking has taught me that I should let my inner being shine through. Taught me to really look at me and slowly I began to love what I saw…regardless of how it looked.