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My Story

As a child I always dreamed of having beautiful long hair, the longer the better! I can remember placing a pillow case on top of my head and draping it down my back as if it were my very own lovely locks, then swinging it to and fro I would imagine it was my hair reaching down my back to my bottom.

Well as an adult that very dream never subsided and it took on a form of itself. In my search for long hair I pretty much tried everything from ointments, grease, conditioners, hair growth potions and every type of extension imaginable! It's a miracle I even have any hair on my head to this day! I was even crowned the "Weave Queen" by my friends. It's not that I couldn't grow hair, my hair would grow many times below my shoulders but my desire for long hair as an African American woman always baffled me. For many years I would let all of the stereotypes and myths of "black hair" stay in my head. You know the ones; "black women can't grow hair", "good hair-bad hair". There are many many more but I'm sure you too have heard them all.

Before we get started let me just give you a little more background on myself. So you'll understand I too have struggled from as early as childhood with my hair. I can remember as far back as grade school but I will fast forward to high school when I specifically remember my mother telling me that my hair was so damaged that I need to just cut it off and start from scratch. Imagine it in high school my mother had me cut all of my hair to a fro, in high school (see my photo gallery). We all know how cruel high school kids can be??? Well, I took her advice and walked around school with an afro looking like Flow Evans from good times (my brother so kindly name me this) in my junior year. Yes, I got through it alive but that was not the end of my hair disasters. Another time I remember a friend of mine got this new up and coming type of extensions call Monkey Bars. The process was where you take a black piece of plastic or the color to match your hair and they would melt it and adhere it to your hair and the extensions. I know your mouth just about hit the floor and your wondering what on earth was I thinking. Well I wasn't, I just wanted my hair long and this was just another method to the madness. Just to let you know just how crazy this was....when it was time to take out the Monkey Bars she had to use acetone. Yes ACETONE! For those of you who don't know what acetone is it's the chemical used to melt down the acrylic nails you wear. Yes, I'm shaking my head too! Oh, do any of you remember Rio? I know you remember Rio??? Back in the early 90's they had this wonderful infomercial on TV pushing this all-natural product to straight black hair. Well, I fell for it......the rest is history! Unfortunately at the time I purchased and applied the product my hair grown slightly past my shoulders. When Rio was done with my hair I was bald! I had about and inch of hair left to my name. Ok, ok....so I think you get the point.

When I finally had enough was when I had once again grown my hair back to a decent length. And once again I entrusted someone else with my hair. My hair had grown back past my shoulders and I was feeling pretty good so I decided to get a relaxer, which I applied myself (no big deal I had done my relaxer many times before). Color is what I really wanted, so I spoke with my friend who was also a stylist. I told her that I wanted my hair a honey blonde color. So a week after relaxing my hair she applied my color but for some reason it turn red instead of anything close to blonde. So I requested that we do the color again the very following week and she agreed and thought it shouldn't be any problem. Well, guess what? Problem was not the word! I guess I should have known better than to have 3 extreme chemical services done three weeks straight, right? Well the rest is history....my beloved locks started breaking off beyond repair.

You are probably thinking "well this must be it right?" Wrong! I then over the next couple of weeks in desperation to save my hair had it braided, but not just any kind of braids, I wanted a specific style similar to my friend's daughter's hair. I proceed to have my hair braided (at this time it hadn't broken completely off and I figured I could save what I had left). Where I went wrong was letting her dip the braids along with my hair in boiling hot water to curl the ends. My hair along with the extensions was being dumped in scotching hot water weekly. I'm just crying thinking about it. When I took out those braids my hair once again was gone! Ladies this is when I finally said "ENOUGH!" I will never let anyone be responsible for my hair care any longer.

Since this time my hair has flourished! Through my extensive research I've learned to properly care for my hair and I believe that anyone willing to take the time to equipped themselves with good and accurate knowledge on African American hair care can do the same. And that's what I hope to accomplish with my hair guide and my products.