A friend and I were talking about our childhood and how that got us to where we are today. I can say I was an extremely mischevious child. I love playing pranks on my brothers and people at church. But I was also a child aware of my skin color and hair. I can remember as far back as kindergarten asking if I was mixed because I had such good hair for a dark skin person. 

 I can remember this Chinese lady coming up to me after a Bears ( GO BEARS!!!!!) game and telling that she could make my hair. This is probably where my hair obession started.  Even though I was a tomboy and couldn't figure for the life of me why I couldn't pee standing up, I would spend hours in the mirror just messing with my hair.

 My third grade year, I got my first perm. I walked into my class the next day flipping my hair and beamed in all the comments I got about my shiny tresses. This is began my faze with perms that would continue until I graduated from high school.

 The summer before my freshman year in college (Wittenberg University Go Tigers!!!!), I went on a date with a young man who told me while on the date the only reason he asked me out was because I had long hair. He said he didn't normally date larger dark skin but he made an exception because he would be to c*m in my hair. After throwing my half of the money on the table, I went straight to the barber and chopped all my hair off.

 While this decision was based on defiance, it turned to be the best decision of my life. I no longer relied on my hair to define my beauty. I was beautiful simply because I was me. My hair was fly because I was fly. I made my baby fro beautiful. I am going into my second year of loced hair and I couldn't be happier. I love the styles I can do with and when I'm late in the morning I love the shake and go method.  It's me and I couldn't ask for any better.

 My locs hang low they wobble to and fro

Lady P....