follicular inspiration. i’ve just done the big chop. i feel so giddy. last night i threw away all my old hair products and stashed my flatiron in some cabinet and i hope to forget about it; i hope never to use it again. the relationship black women have with their hair is complicated, akin to but not nearly as serious as an abusive relationship. we use chemicals to make our hair behave or cover it up with the finest human hair from asia and india and dump buckets of money into salons and products, etc..etc…all to our detriment. i started to wonder: how can you take chances with your hair if you haven’t gotten to know it? i’m getting to know my hair. finally.