A Bizarro Samson, Female + Stronger
by Pamela
"...Living life like its golden! Even if I had to shave my head bald! It was yearz ago, but it started my journey into being who I am.
I was defined by my hair. And it all went down the drain. I had just opened a salon, and I tried a new color -- a new chemical. As I shampoo’d my hair, I started to feel little clumpz coming off in my handz.
My kidz were in shock. My youngest daughter cried. I was married to an army officer and you didn’t see a lot of afroz, much less bald-headed women. I was no longer in the status quo of what an officer’s wife should look like. People judged me without getting to know me. That’s what happened.
I could either cry in the shampoo bowl or live my best life. It was the first time I began to live out loud.
So no more waxez. No more relaxerz. Nothing. Having kinky, curly hair was an eye opener. I grew out a big fro. It got bigger and bigger. People thought I was suddenly into black power, but I was still the same sweet Pam.
It was all about embracing myself. I interlock it now, but it’s still my natural hair..."