Hair

Hair is such an important thing. And now more than ever to black women it seems. I mean, it has always been that thing that will keep us home or have us out in the streets shining like Queen Nefertiti. There are millions of haircare blogs and websites and tutorials to help keep us coiffed, but lately I've been thinking it is all too much. I have been natural most of my life. Of my 34 years, only 6 of them have seen relaxed hair. In the grand scheme of things, that doesn't mean shit. You could have the dopest twist out and be the ugliest bitch to people. I have seen and experienced it. Not to mention, when the shit you cook with gets mixed up with the shit you put in your hair, something has got to give. Don't get me wrong, your best face and hair should always be presented, along with your best personality. Just let your best be the real shit. So if your nappy shit is your best shit and it's your  real shit then I want it. Don't spend your Saturday doing flat twists with perm rods on the ends and then being a bitch all Sunday.