Grandma

My Grandma had super thick curls.

Need Help With Hair?

About twenty years ago when I was a little girl my hair was such a trial! My mother had long, straight, and easy to comb hair. Her hair was so silky! I wanted to be just like my mom. I didn't understand why I couldn't have my mothers hair. I hated my hair with a passion. It was neither black nor white hair. It was tight, dry curls, but very fine and very soft. To add to my problems it was extremely thick like my grandmother on my mother's side. It was a nightmare washing and combing my hair. I remember it taking two hours to do my hair. My mother was hopeless at times. She often wondered if I would ever be able to do my hair on my own, and I often fearfully wondered the same. We tried everything. My hair was so much work I would never wear it down. I always insisted on wearing my hair pulled back or in two braids. My mother and I were desperate. My father's relatives kept telling her to relax my hair.My mother was reluctant but one day she broke down and finally bought me a relaxer. My hair was never the same. By the time I was sixteen my hair was extremely damaged and not nearly as long at it had been. The constant processing had broken my hair off little by little.

One day my mother and at a friend's house, who happened to be white, and told me that my hair could not be relaxed. Our friend was a stylist and owned his own salon. That indeed was a revelation to me. My mom and had always been under the impression that my hair was more black than white and that black people knew what to do with my hair. Not long after our friend told me I was ruining my hair, I got talked into relaxing it again. I worked a Jcpenney at the time near the Jcpenney salon. One of the stylists was going to a hair show in another state, and she wanted to do my hair and take pictures. I told her that I didn't want to relax my hair. Somehow she convinced me that my hair needed to be relaxed to grow better. When she was doing styling my air it looked lovely! It was swingy and the ends were curled under. It wasn't until I was on my hair that I realized my mistake. There were broken bits of hair falling onto my shirt! From then I never relaxed my hair.

For years I have experimented with my hair and tried all sorts of products until I have found what works for me. My hair, for the most part, is under control but I am still in the process of trying new products. My goal is to help provide resources for mixed race girls, or mothers of mixed race children who are frustrated with biracial hair.