Naturally_Psyched: The Big Chop?

Sooo….My goodness. I finally made the decision. But I still was not up for cutting all my hair off. So I decided to go through the long transition. I would press out my roots. The first month and a half wasn’t so bad. My relaxer was just starting to grow out like normal, so it wasn’t anything that I wasn’t already used to. By month three, I started to think that I bit off more than I could chew. The constant flat ironing was getting to be a little much. I hadn’t learned to love my texture yet, so I would add heat to my hair daily. Enough was enough; I decided to get the sew-in. My best friend said I was cheating, but hey, I thought it would let me meet my end result without all the muss and fuss. Boy was I wrong. I kept my sew-in in my head from the end of March until the beginning of June. It was the longest I had ever kept weave in my hair at one time. I took it out, took down my braids, and brushed, brushed, brushed my hair. I brushed it so it would get I matted once it was wet. Apparently, I did not brush enough. I ran my head under the shower, and let out a sigh of relief because my hair needed to be washed. This relief did not last for long. As I shampooed my tresses, I realized that it was tangled. Wait, more than tangled. It was, it was, oh no, it was MATTED. I went into panic mode. I tried putting conditioner on it to detangle. I tried to come through it, wasn’t working. I spent three days going through my hair, trying to detangle. What was I going to do?? Classes would start in a couple of days. My whole time in LA, almost two years at that point, I had never been to a professional hairstylist, but I needed professional help now. Luckily a good friend of mine (HEY “ROOMIE” lol) was going natural as well and got her hair pressed regularly by a stylist. She gave me the number and I made an emergency appointment for the next morning. I went to the stylist, she tried to save my hair, but in the end, it needed to be CUT. So I was forced into my semi BC (big chop). To be honest, while sitting in the chair I was not happy at all. This was not the plan I had in mind. But it had to be done. So I got it cut, and then styled, and when I looked in the mirror, I looked like a granny! I didn’t like it at all! The tears just kept flowing. I got home took pictures to show the family the drama. Then I said to myself….Kim…..you know you’ve got swag. You can rock anything! Lol. So I styled it myself. I felt a whole lot better. But please believe there were more ups and downs ahead. There was still about an inch left of permed hair on my ends……More details to come
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