Hello Friends! I’ve haven’t written on here for a couple of days, I apologize. I’ve been in Ireland and didn’t have my laptop on me 😦 As a black girl travelling I’ve …
I’ve haven’t written on here for a couple of days, I apologize. I’ve been in Ireland and didn’t have my laptop on me 😦
As a black girl travelling I’ve only realized now how much time and money I actually spend on my hair and it’s A LOT. Whether it’s weave, braids or natural, a lot of time and money has been put into it. The number one problem I’ve had though has been hairdressers. Time and time again I always say that I would rather do my hair then go to a salon and my viewpoint still stands.
For a bit of context here, I’ve been natural twice. Once in 2011 and again in 2012. In 2011, I grew out my hair sans relaxer for a year to grow back all the hair I lost from relaxing. Then when the year was over, I started relaxing my hair again. This time though, I was less and less satisfied with my straight hair so I kicked the relaxer and went back to going natural.
I spent about half a year transitioning with box braids and senegalese twists but on my 18th birthday I was fed up of my relaxed ends and chopped off it all off. Funny enough, I didn’t regret that decision and now 4 years later and still all natural I think that was the best choice for me.
So far, I’ve learned to love my hair. I learned to love it’s kinkiness, it’s versatility and its thickness. The more I see it grow, the more I fall in love. However, I could do without the dryness, the shedding and those damn little ‘fairy knots’. Ugh.
Now, coming back to hairdressers. I’ve always had a problem with going to salons whether they did styles I didn’t like, charged too much money or were doing things that were downright wrong. I like doing my own hair and seldom go to the hairdressers.
In 2012, I remember going to the hairdresser’s to get my natural growth washed and trimmed and let me tell you, this girl had NO IDEA what she was doing.
She started the appointment by combing my DRY hair without any product with a fine tooth comb. Yup, a FINE TOOTH COMB . I was wincing the entire time. Then, she brought out the scissors and started clipping away, not giving any attention to the fact that one side of my hair was MUCH longer than the other. Shen then gave me to her assistant to wash my hair who was just as clueless as she was. She sloppily laid shampoo over my hair and scrubbed away then (which horrified me the most) after rinsing out my shampoo she was about to put me under the dryer with NO PRODUCT OR SHOWER CAP. Like what? I was terrified at this point but thankfully, hairdresser no.1 went over and explained to hairdresser no. 2 that she can’t do that. I was like umm? Do you guys even know how to do Afro hair? the entire way through and unfortunately that horrible experience wasn’t the last.
Now, it gets me thinking… ‘who is to blame for this lack of knowledge?‘ I know I’m not the only one that experiences these things and I feel that as a society, we should dig down and learn more about our hair ESPECIALLY if you’re making a business out of it. Do we blame beauty schools for not teaching beauticians about hair care for different hair types or do we blame mothers for not showing us how to love and care for our own hair properly?
I think it’s a combination of neglect and just plain ‘idk’ going on there and if we all (customers and beauticians alike) try to stay educated in afro hair, maybe we will have less horror stories. I dunno.
But for now, here I am desperately trying to seek a hairdresser who knows what she’s doing and won’t ruin my hair in the process. Wish me luck.
Do you ever get this thing where you do something and think to yourself,
‘why am I like this’
I feel like I have to ask myself that question far too often these days. Especially when I go through something that’ll give me a negative reaction.
Like for example, today there was this heartfelt video on Facebook that everyone was sharing. I was curious about the video’s content but knew that since it was an emotional video, I was going to cry.
You would think a reasonable human being would understand that if something makes them react so negatively they would avoid it. Not me though, I seem to collide head first into it.
After seeing this video several times on my feed, I decided to watch it. Right before I press play I thought to myself ‘I bet that I won’t even cry at this’
Well I was wrong. Within 5 minutes, the gut wrenching heart warming video had me sobbing in the bathroom.
Why do I do this to myself?
It’s like, I know that something will cause me to react badly to it but somehow I trick myself into doing it anyway hoping that some other outcome will appear.
No past me, no matter how many times you see that horror movie you will always be too freaked out to walk around in the dark. Yes, that video is sad and maybe you shouldn’t watch and you won’t cry…. Nevermind.
Why do I always convince myself that things will end up differently when I KNOW what I’m like. It’s like a form a wishful thinking or something.
Anyways I’m exhausted. Rant over. I regret most things.
My visa expiry date is fast approaching and these days I keep getting the same question from people. ‘What are you going to do when you get back?’
I usually give people a generic answer such as finding work or whatever but to be honest, I have no freaking clue. Just the other day, I was at an event with guest speakers talking about their success. They said things like ‘ you need a goal‘
‘you should have a business plan’ ‘you need to know what you want to achieve in the next 5 years’
The next 5 years?!?!
I barely even know what I’m having for dinner tonight. It freaks me out that so many people have plans and careers and are going in a direct course to what they ultimately would like to do.
I however , got nothing. When I think of the future it comes in spurts. Flashes of imagined scenarios and keywords such as ‘Blogger’ ‘Radio’ and ‘YouTube’ come to mind but nothing is really set in stone.
I can’t say for sure what I’ll be doing in the next five years or even next month but I think all I can do is open myself up to opportunity and have the best experiences that I possibly can.
Even when I moved to London I had no set plan. It scared my mother shitless, but I survived. However with that, I can say living in London has caused me to learn many things and to meet the most incredible individuals in my short time here.
I have no fucking clue what the future will bring, but I just know it’ll be great.
I think the easiest way to start this blog is to introduce myself.
My name is Shanice and I’m 21 year old Canadian girl. About two years ago shortly after graduating college, I was bored of the life I was living and went after a lifelong dream of mine. I decided to move on my own to London,England.
I’m not sure why I chose London, I think it was my weird obsession with British accents … who knows. Fast forward about a year and a half later, I still don’t regret my decision lol.
I don’t really have a reason for writing this blog, but if you enjoy learning about my life, my travels and my troubles then please read on.
This is strangely therapeutic and I hope you enjoy this blog as much as I do.