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iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL iaminkwellj: My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL

iaminkwellj:

My Loc Journey…

I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope.

I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women.

Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended).

I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it!

(btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.)

One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess.

Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo.

But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!!

-inkweLL

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My Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLLMy Loc Journey… I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope. I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women. Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended). I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it! (btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.) One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess. Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo. But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!! -inkweLL

My Loc Journey…

I was inspired to make this post by a new friend, @dreadgeek. I’m sure all most of you loc-obsessors are following him already, if not, do that! His blog is dope.

I started my locs the day of my parent’s 26th wedding anniversary. After years of hair trauma, I went natural in 2008. I pressed my hair until high school, then began to get perms, then weaves, then braids and all that other nonsense and tomfoolery. Like most black women.

Finally, after obsessing for YEARS over the beauty of locs, I finally dove head-first into this loc journey (pun moderately intended).

I started my locs, with the help of my sister, at the end of January. I’ll admit, I was nervous because I KNEW my hair was going to shrink up (compare photo 1 to any other pic lol). But, I had to understand that the “awkward stage” is normal and that most have gone through it!

(btw, I HATEEEE when people call it “the ugly stage.” umm, excuse me, never ugly. bet that.)

One thing I’ve noticed while enjoying the life that is my Angela (that’s my hair’s nickname) is the different type of attention I receive. When I was weaved up and whatnot, it was always “hey baby, baby, boo, suga” etc. But with my locs, I get a lot more, “maam, miss, sista, miss lady” and so on. So…that’s cool/different, I guess.

Guilty confession: I wear a wig on occasion (see last photo). Depending on the event, I’ll wear a wig. An example would be when I hit downtown LA or when I go to bars, I’ll wear the wig because it gains attention, and FREE FREAKIN DRINKS! Also, when I go on job interviews, I’ll wear it. Once, I was actually denied a job because the manager said I was “too pretty”…I’m still wondering if I can sue him for that…or slap the holy hell out of him for NOT hiring me because of my face and wig! booooooooo.

But, I digress. This Thursday will make 12 Weeks!!!

-inkweLL

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