I wish I could say it was love at first sight, but it wasn’t. The day I came home from the hairdresser, he barely looked at me. I ascended the stairs and tiptoed into the room. He looked at me briefly and turned back to his football game. No words. So I descended the stairs, stared in the mirror, and tried to tell myself I looked okay. He was in shock and so was I.
A little over three years ago, I big chopped after transitioning for five and a half months. Although I was uncomfortable with short I hair, I had no choice. A few months earlier, I had opted for a Rihanna cut. I wanted a different look and thought I would look older. But instead, I hated it. Short hair just wasn’t for me. Prior to the cut, my resolve was to grow it back natural after wearing it short for a while. I was so uncomfortable with the cut that I fast-forwarded to the transition. Pretty soon, my natural hair took over and I had no choice but to cut the relaxed ends off. So I did.
I wish I could say I was one of those “naturals” who rocked her TWA with pride, but I wasn’t. I was especially uncomfortable as my face ballooned during pregnancy. Quite frankly, my hubby fell in love with my hair the same time I did… when it grew back. Initially, my hubby would request straight styles, but in time he began to request twist outs and fancy updos. With time, we both fell in love with my hair.
Too often, we forget that when we make changes in our lives others have to adjust too. It’s not that our loved ones don’t love or support us; they just have to get used to it. And that takes time. If you are currently transitioning or have recently big chopped, don’t be too hard on your loved ones. Remember, they are transitioning too.