So I just had to post this pic that came up in my memories from FB 6 yrs ago. Sometimes I absolutely miss my locs. This pic is quite old, but every time I look at it, I am happy to remember the process. Not just the process of growing and maintaining them, but of the process of how I got them. Where I was in life and how it changed to where I was going. I've been Natural for 15 yrs now. But it wasn't always easy and it wasn't a choice that I consciously made. In fact it was a kind of, now you have to do this, type of moment. Which actually made me consciously aware of what I had been doing. To my soul, to myself, to my mental and to my spiritual. I feel like this story is best fitted for my blog. Which I fully intend to write in hopes of reaching others. But for now, long story short, I did not know who I was until I did the big chop. Back in the early 2000's I don't believe it was called the big chop. I cld be wrong tho, since I was not of me at the age of 18. I was more so smelling me. If you get that. When I finally cut off all the permed, dyed, and fried hair, I was a completely different person. I learned of my #blackgirlmagic.
I learned what it meant to be Taryn. It felt great. And even though now I rock the natural puff, locs helped me to this place I am now. I don't regret it! #fbf #thenauticalnatural #bohemianwitch #flowergoddess