Hello.... All of this is new to me (blogging). So, welcome to everyone who comes along for the ride! I promise it’s going to be fun and entertaining!!! I am not sure of the direction this blog is going to take, but it going to be all me. All Montreal (yes that’s my name).
I have been completely natural for about a year and a half now. It was never my intention to have natural hair, it just kind of happened. For my graduation from Undergrad, I decided to get a sew-in weave, just to get something different. And I loved it! So I continued to get them for about two years. My stylist told me that there was no need for me get a relaxer since I was going to keep getting the weave. She said that if I was to get a relaxer and do the sew in, it would cause trauma to my hair and scalp and my hair could possibly fall out. So, I said NO, to a bald Montreal.
After two years of weaves, I knew it was time to give my hair a break, so I started wearing wigs. After, not really seeing my hair for years, and no longer going to the salon, I realized that I had a problem on my hands. I had about 9-10 of new growth and about 6 inches of relaxed ends. I was so accustomed to going to the salon, that I didn’t even know how to blow dry my hair. I could do it when my hair was relaxed, but it was a different story when majority of my hair was kinky. I ended up stabbing myself in the head with the blow dryer because I just didn’t know what I was doing. My hair was so thick, and I just didn’t know what to do with it. I called my mom into the bathroom and I asked her to cut my relaxed ends off. I think she was more scared than I was. She kept asking me if I was sure, and I say “YES”. So, she put my hair in some braids and I did a twist out the next day.
I liked my hair a little bit, but it sure got worse the next day at work. While, at work, you got some people who loved my “new style/cut”, and then I got the infamous “side eye” from those who didn’t like it. I could tell they didn’t like it because they would say nothing or they would just stare. When I revealed my natural hair to this guy I was dating, he told me, “Why did you do that to yourself?” I really didn’t know how to respond to him, I was so confused. It wasn’t like I altered my appearance with plastic surgery; I was the same woman he was dating last week, just with different hair. Needless to say, we don’t speak anymore.
Currently, I am still on this Natural hair journey. It was never my intention to be on the journey, yet I’m on. Sometimes, I love my hair, and its days like yesterday, when I want to go get a relaxer because I am having one of those bad hair days. It hard being a Natural in the City….
