Well one might say that is a great description for me, but looking at it in another way it can sometimes seem to be the things that keep me back.

So let’s break it down. Even though I am late twenties, people rarely believe that I am. They all think I am late teens or early twenties. I am black and female in a male Caucasian dominated field in the US and my hair is cut short and unprocessed.

Since I cut my hair recently and decided to go natural I have been questioned by fellow blacks as to why I am going African or Nubian on them. Some people even seem upset that I would even consider and follow though with cutting my hair and not chemically processing it. I have been told by previous bosses that they like to see when the black girls wear their hair long and leave it out. Basically like a Caucasian female.

I have met people in elevators who commended me for going natural. My hair style has become quite the conversation piece, even sparking nostalgic memories of days gone by when they had afros in style. I have met people at various locations who reminisced about when they used to have afros and even make their own afro combs. Some wondered if they still sold afro combs in the beauty store.

These few months have been quite a journey! Some friends have threatened to relax my hair while I slept. And some wait to see if I will get my hair twisted to grow dreads. Others wait patiently to see when I get tired and run to the salon.

Me, I am having the time of my life. I can go to the beach and not worry about drying and setting my hair and being under the dryer for two hours. It is the first time in my life I feel freer where hair is concerned. Not that I was a hair fanatic before, but I always searched for the freedom of letting my hair just exist and still look great. So I continue on with my journey...