I was very particular about when I worked out. I had it calculated down to the day. It was usually around the 17-day mark, which meant the new growth wasn't hiding anymore, and wrapping my hair before bed was pointless. Since my hair already made me look like Tom Hanks in Cast Away, sweating it out at the gym didn’t matter. I'd walk into an aerobics class with no fear or apprehension, and glad[...]
Sitting in a Salon on the 31st of August 2012, a day before Spring Day, yes pay-day and a day before winter is officially over, I felt really small in the big business of the ‘weave thing.’ One black woman after the next, came into the smoky, chemical infused haven that women call the salon, some even to my shock were children that looked like they were 7 or 8 years old- all wanting to either str[...]