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Writing Addict has a great blog On the Road to Queendom that I enjoy reading! One of the many things that make it special is her focus on locs!! She too concentrates on the positive, everyone should embrace their natural beauty to be a queen!! We appreciate you sharing your story!!
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Admission of a Junkie
I am a recovering addict….a creamy crack addict. Relaxer addict that is. If I saw one kink on my head I ran to the nearest beauty supply store and purchased a relaxing kit. I cant remember when I received my 1st relaxer, the only thing I do know is my hair has always been one of my main focuses since childhood. The straightening comb early on Saturday morning was my friend and foe. Pre-straightening I was a site for sore eyes, short pig tails, where my mother fussed about how unmanageable my hair was. After straightening, I was a pretty girl, with long silky ponytails that hung. That’s when I received the ohh’s and ahhs….the acceptance, the smiles, the adoring glances.
So as you can see, my hair has never gotten a good rap on its on. So from that point on, I was determined to be “pretty.” Over the years the term held different meanings. It went from the straightening comb to the Care-Free curl, from Optimum, to Dark & Lovely, from glued in wefts, to sew in weaves. My hair, when it was my foe, cost me tons of money! Emptying out my extra ends I should have had to enjoy life; but because I had to go to the dealer to spend it all was pointless. The dealer is the beauty supply store worker. This person put different wigs on my head, allowing me to try them on to be different people, getting me hooked. Hmph she knew what she was doing, plus she didn’t speak a lick of English. So why I allowed someone who wasn’t a reflection of me to give me advice about my hair is beyond me. Still due to wigs and weaves over the years I became: Salt & Pepa, Janet Jackson (the Pleasure Principle one), Scarey Spice, the possibilities were endless. But I was never, Me.
Its a shame too, because after I dried out and got over my Creamy Crack Addiction, the woman that emerged was beautiful. After my relaxed and damaged hair was shorn I pointed in the mirror and asked, “Who is that Woman?” That woman is me!
Whew…..24 inches of hair and counting….beautiful and all me! I am so glad I got over my Creamy Crack addiction, I know it is a hard habit to break. Still, I am glad. I do hope that others overcome their addiction. But if not, no judgment here! So of course I made a promise to myself that if I overcame my habit that I was going to extend a helping hand and help others. So I made good on that and created On the Road to Queendom. A site for women who are already rocking locs or who are on their way to becoming naturally free! Come on and join us there. Because hell, I know what that high is like. Still ain’t no high like a natural high, believe me.
Visit ontheroadtoqueendom.com and/or e-mail .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)
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Another On the Road to Queendom.
Beautiful story and quite similar to my own except I RARELY wore wigs and even then, it was only twice. I’ve done a couple of sew-ins and a few sets of micros but the crack was my drug of choice. LOL
Thanks
Her locs are beautiful - I also love her blog :o)