There I was, staring at a newly “balded” me in the mirror.
I had big chopped in a fit of frustration and had immediately regretted the results. Not only did I have barely an inch of hair now, but also that inch was made up of three completely different textures; 4c on the sides, 4b in the back, and a random 3c in the front. What. Thee. Entire. Hell Heck.
Janna, my sister was standing shyly behind me. She normally isn’t shy but because I’d gone natural after giving in to her cajoling she knew that this catastrophe was possibly her fault. Punk. I glared at her through the bathroom mirror (and my tears).
In an act of contrition (a SMART act of contrition) Janna had armed herself with a peace offering. Two Carol’s daughter products; the Black Vanilla Moisture & Shine Leave-In Conditioner and Tui Moisturizing Hair Oil.
I sniffled and turned to look at her. She looked sheepish.
I tentatively took the bottles out her hands and inspected them.
This better work.
I resumed my glare.
But Janna was over it, kissed her teeth, and walked off.
I waited until she was completely gone to try the conditioner out.
I removed the plastic.
Ok. Not bad.
Pulled it up to my hair.
Pointed the nozzle.
Opened my eyes and looked.
My hair was….pretty. PRETTY. And shiny and smelled good and it felt soft after just a few pumps of the conditioner. I inspected my hair and sprayed it again.
What type of sorcery is this?!?
I was in love.
The bottle, which I believe cost around $16 at the time, was gone within about two weeks (It couldn’t have gone any faster if I had taken a straw to it and drunk it like soda pop) after which I chickened out and braided my hair up for 7 months (which I do NOT recommend, BTW). Even though I was a poor, poor college student, every once in a while I would steal away to the mall and buy more of that leave-in conditioner and every spray delivered moisture, shine and a flood of nostalgia. It was magic. Pure magic.
When I learned years later that I would be able to meet the wizardess responsible for this amazing potion herself I was friggin beside myself. BESIDE. MYSELF.
Lisa turned out to be a down to Earth, smart wizardess who graciously took all of my clumsy questions (in my defense, I was nervous). *
She started out like many naturalistas do today, as a savvy kitchen beautician. “I would ask my friends their hair needs and go from there.” She recounted.
This method of course, had to be revised as the business grew and so even though it felt like Lisa called me up personally to listen to me cry about my (diverse) kinks and then developed a product just for me, she reported that her company relies on search terms entered by inquiring naturalistas everywhere, heeds their complaints, and develops products to mend the concerns.
Like a hair Santa. With Carol’s Daughter’s product development team being Santa’s little elves.
Now, Santa lives forever. Far as we know, anyway <_<. Lisa, being more sensible acknowledged that she was beginning to think about preserving her legacy, though she admitted that she needed to dedicate more thought to it. “In the next 20 years I need to able to pass the baton, but I have not yet come up with what that process will look like.”
But it’s not like Lisa hasn’t thought about the future.
“The trend seems to be becoming more ‘I change my hair because I want to, and not because I feel like I need to. There will be a time when talking about natural hair will not be necessary. In fact, you may raise your daughter to know that natural hair is just an option, and not necessarily an emotional one.”
Told ya’ll she was smart.
Lisa graciously answered a few more questions for the bloggers interviewing with me,
then the interview ended,
then I floated home on a cloud.
I’d just met my hair savior and she was everything I’d imagined; friendly, intelligent, honest, and smelled like Carol’s Daughter products.
A true milestone in my natural hair journey.
If Lisa hadn’t followed her passion, I’d be some blogless straight haired chick lost in the teeming masses of women who are afraid of their natural hair (before anyone gets riled up, not all straight haired women are afraid of their natural hair. But some are, and I would be, and so I would be a part of THAT particular teeming mass. Mmk. Just wanted to clear that up. –Management).
Thankfully she did and it saved my hair, my self-esteem, and possibly my relationship with my sister. (Haha but seriously. O_O).
I’m confident that Lisa will fight to continue saving heads of hair all over the country.
I hope that if your dream ever meets hardship that you’ll do the same thing.
You don’t know whose savior you could be, whose life you could be changing, or what affect you could have on them. You will probably never know, as a matter of fact. Thankfully, that really doesn’t concern you. You just have to worry about churning away in your proverbial kitchen, asking people about what they need, a believing that what you do is important.
You could be changing someone’s life that you don’t even know. You could in some seemingly small way be a powerful, potent influencer, and stopping would essentially ruin everything. You may face stuggles in the beginning…and the middle. And throughout. But push through; that struggle is worth the world to someone.
Whatever Lisa pushed through was certainly worth it to me.
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