The Ultimate Realization ✨

A hair regimen. Today, those three words make me smile. However, if these words were said to me a decade ago, my response would’ve been, “A hair what?” Back then, I had no clue what it meant to take care of my tresses. Not. A. Clue. All I knew was that every two weeks, I took a trip to Ms. Talita, my family’s hair stylist. I would get a shampoo, deep conditioning treatment, blowout and silk press. My mama was a single mother that struggled to make ends meet, but to her, these bi-weekly appointments were necessary. This was her way of making sure that her two girls looked “presentable.” 

I remember walking around with freshly-pressed hair, feeling like I could conquer the world! Flipping my inches left to right every time the opportunity presented itself. I thought that this was completely normal, until I got to high school. I saw twist outs, wash-and-go‘s, Bantu knots, etc. Black queens in every classroom embracing the hair that they were gifted with. Waves, curls, and coils of every shade and texture. This was the moment that I realized how out-of-sync I had been with my natural hair my entire life, causing me to have major confusion concerning my identity. Wait, but how could I have been insecure? I’ve been complimented on my hair my whole life, so I must be confident, right? I was wrong. 

My friends could’ve told me that I had that “good hair” until they were blue in the face, but if I still couldn’t find the strength in myself to love the hair that I was given, those words would have meant nothing. Today, I can TRULY say that I love my hair with every inch of my being. If God was intentional about the number of hairs that He put on your head, don’t you think He was just as intentional with your texture? If not, think again! He makes absolutely NO mistakes. The moment you believe that, you will love your crown just as much.

By: Kasey White