Dead Locs

Last week I cut my locs off. Yep, after 5 years, I decided to cut them all off. For some this may be shocking, but if you knew me prior to my locs, it likely will not come as a surprise to you at all. In fact, a lot of people were surprised that I kept them for as long as I did. My locs were the longest hair commitment I’d ever made. In fact, it was the first time that I’d ever had an attachment to my hair at all. It had been a few months that I’d contemplated cutting my locs, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. That is, until last week!

Why did I cut them, you ask?

It’s just hair folks! Settle down.

Don’t mind if I do! Well… Long story short, I damaged them. I did exactly what I was advised not to do! I did exactly what I KNEW not to do! JUST HARD HEADED! Well, I learned the hard way. My loctician, gave me a shoulder length chop after seeing the damage during my last visit and sure, I could have just let the damaged hair grow itself out, but how does that saying go?

“Go hard or go home!”

I set several dates to “do it.” I planned to do it on last month’s full moon. I’d even planned to do it on a video call with a few of my cousins. I just couldn’t bring myself to it. Prior to my locs, I never had a difficult time grabbing the clippers and doing the damn thing! Well, this was different. My loc journey was more than physical. Little did I know, embarking on my loc journey would metamorphose into an even deeper internal journey. One that I am forever grateful for. So when planning didn’t work, I submitted to divine timing. I knew that when it was time for me to do the BIG CHOP, I’d have no reservations about it and I’d…


AND DID! ; )

Well, I woke up one morning and it was on my heart to purchase some shears and start clipping, so… Once all the kids were off to school, I grabbed an iced coffee with oat milk, stopped at the hair store, came home, sat in my backyard on the hammock and I DID IT! I didn’t feel sad about it. I didn’t feel regret. I felt liberated! I felt lighter and most importantly, I felt ready for my next journey! Excited! That’s what perfect timing feels like! [side note: usually I take the clippers to my head! This time I simply cut it!]

So for all inquiring minds,..

I AM NOT crazy.

I AM NOT losing my mind.

I AM NOT depressed.

I AM NOT ill.

I am a woman with prerogative and in the words of Bobby Brown, “I can do what I want to do!” Lastly, I WILL be locing my hair again. I loved my locs, but when you don’t take care of things you love, you can very well lose them. It’s simple math. This time, I’ll take better care of them. I don’t know about ya’ll, but that sounded like a whole message to me! Wisdom can be found in everything!

Cute and damaged! lol FAREWELL!



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