March 20, 2013

The bigger the hair, the closer to God

For as long as I can remember, I've had big hair. I was born with it. I struggled against my genes for years, especially in junior high when I'd beg my aunt to help me iron it straight. It was the 90s! Straight hair was all the rage. 

The older I've gotten, the more I've come to embrace and love my curly hair. Actually, I always loved the curliness of my was just the bigness of it that I wasn't so fond of. 

Last week when I had my hair cut, my stylist offered to blow it out for me afterward. Since I'd never gotten her to do that before, I agreed. I figured it would be fun to do something different. 

The next couple days were so bizarre...I kept running my fingers through my hair, not able to believe how it could undergo such a transformation. I had to put a plastic bag over my head in the shower lest the steam cause my straight locks to frizz! 

I love these strong, talented ladies pictured in today's post. I love their big hair. For some reason, I've always wanted to rock a style like that...but I guess I've never been brave enough. 

The other day I brushed out my curls to create a pretty big 'do. I didn't leave the house or anything, but I snapped a pic. And for some reason, I've decided to share it with y'all. Lord help me.

I think I give Loretta a run for her money.