Free form locs. The most important lesson in what truly makes me beautiful has come from my loc'ing
Free form locs.The most important lesson in what truly makes me beautiful has come from my loc'ing process. My hair is growing as it wants, looking unkempt and dirty to the ignorant eye. I’ve stopped doing my eyebrows too and everyday in the mirror, I grow to love the womyn reflected back at me.Everyday I have to question why womyn are considered beautiful when they are shaved, straightened and plucked and how my embracing of naturalness makes me invisible to the men I used to love and highly visible in the world of plastic beauty.Insecurities are abound on some days. Most days, I just reach into my hair and discover new locs forming on their own whim and accord. I love to love them, twisting them, getting to know each one for its characteristics and quirks. I love finding the ankh on the loc dead center on my crown as a reminder of royalty, masculine and feminine energies I possess and eternal life.A Rasta on the train told me that every day I would find myself in my hair. That my hair was my power and connection to Jah. I walk everyday learning more about myself in this hair that I am not controlling or commanding in between sessions with my loc'ed up sista who teaches me how to condition and moisturize. This is my third time. And unlike the last 2 times, this time is a charm. This time feels right.That’s blessed. -- source link
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