Many women I know name their hair (whatever they deem “their” hair to be). For some, it is the hair they grow out of their scalp, for others it’s a wig or two in their arsenal and then there are those who name specific hairstyles. I’ve always been the type to name the hair that actually grows out of my scalp since I personally have never been a major fan of wearing weave. My opposition has always been with the price. I’ve never been able to justify to myself paying $100+ for something my body already creates. And when I’m honest with myself, if I carefully handle it, I can make my hair look better than any weave that I could buy and sew/glue in. With that being said, you won’t find me hating on my weave-rockin ladies out there because many that subscribe to it rock it very, very well!
I first named my hair back in 2009 when I dyed my hair black. I loved how my relaxed strands softly curved and bent around my face. It wasn’t long before I began referring to my hair as my “Raven-Haired Beauty.”
After cutting the relaxers out of my life I allowed my natural hair color to shine. My natural hair color is dark brown and in the sun it turns an auburn shade. I began referring to it as “Black Beauty” despite the fact that it was no longer “black.”
Most recently (yesterday) I’ve begun the bleaching process to eventually be mainly blonde with a few light brown strands underneath. Any referral to dark/black hair won’t work. I’m now struggling to find a name that will embody my tresses during this new chapter we’re embarking on. Hmm…Blonde Bombshell?