I didn’t know how beautiful I was until my face was in my face.
I said goodbye to pricey hairstyles that went down to my ****
and only lasted a little over two months.
Such long hair framing my face made me overlook it.
The weave only ever added to my internal beauty.

My starter locs were an adjustment after minute one.
They framed my face as if I were a sunflower.
The ends of my locs were curlier than Shirly Temple’s.
So full of life and unique in their own way.
But I felt they didn’t match how long my natural hair was.
Those around me loved my hair, but I covered it up with wigs.
They were nice, but my locs needed breathing too.

Snapping pictures of my progress became my new hobby.
My frizz came in within a matter of weeks.
My budding started in the back and then spread out
like a wild forest fire.
I stopped wearing wigs after month 2.
I embraced my new look like they were firmly planted roses.
I watered them and gave them direct photosynthesis each day.

I kept my scalp oiled every 3 days to continue their cycle of life.
The growth spread like a wild forest fire.
It torched each of my locs until they all tangled up and looked alike.
I became my own photographer, snapping more pictures than ever before.
I became obsessed once I saw all of my progress.
How could I go back to weave now?
My locs are just gorgeous!

My hair changed before my eyes
and I can’t get enough.
My locs showed me a face that I thought needed
to be complimented by hair I had to pay for.
There’s nothing better than just fluffing out my hair in the
morning and going about my business.
Embracing my locs proved to me that
I was always beautiful just the way I was.

This hair journey is the best road I ever walked.
I won’t regret it ever!
Inner beauty is beautiful, but outer beauty is eye-catching.
I love my babies like I birthed them out of my scalp
And I can’t ever let them go!
Ever!!!


Mia J
11/2/2023

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