Hair Journaling

One of the craziest, most confusing parts of my life is probably my hair. From a very young age, I would sometimes dread the day that it was time to have something to my hair. I knew it was either going to be the pain of cornrows, the painfully long time duration of having individual braids done, the uncomfortable feeling of water getting all over my face on a wash day, or the burning of a relaxer. Continue reading →