On August 18th, the eighth anniversary of the day I started my locs I decided it was time for the big chop. I had been mulling it over for months, because I was over the two hour drying sessions on wash day among other things.
I’d watched tons of YouTube videos of courageous women who just went for it. But there I was in a melodramatic moment with Jill Scott blasting, scissors in hand, and the rain lightly tapping against the bathroom window. Little did I know, there would be a surge of emotions in the next 24-hours post big …read more