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Ashanti Curls

After only 25+ years my hair is finally starting to love me back! After untwisting my hair this morning and seeing how perfectly defined each curl was, I thought to myself this must be the joy felt by a new mother who has given birth to their first child.

My natural hair journey has been a long one. I cringe when I think back to how I used to "care" for it.  I'm  embarrassed to admit that I used to keep braids in for 5 months! Yes honey, you read that right five months! I also used to drench my hair in extra strength relaxer, dye it and glue tracks to my scalp. Yikes! I basically had about eight strands of hair on my head holding on for dear life. I didn't really have a choice in going natural. Like a real genius, twenty-one year old Amira decided to dye her hair after relaxing it. I know, I know, BIG MISTAKE. Of course the inevitable happened; my hair started coming out in chunks. That was the last time I put relaxer in my hair, but even after that I still wasn't caring for my hair properly. I traded in the relaxers for a hot comb. I don't think the top of my hair got past 3 centimeters. I would literally be burning the ends of my hair off every morning.

It wasn't until I got to Ghana and met Franchesca at work, I began to think styling my natural hair to wear out was a possibility. Franchesca got me all the way together! On the way home from the office this girl would twist my hair for me and untwist it the next morning in the work bathroom. I mean talk about a friend.

After returning back to the states, I decided to actually take my hair care regimen seriously. I watched about 3,756,345 hours worth of natural hair tutorials on YouTube. Through those videos I found the best products to make my natural hair flourish.
1. Jamaican Black Castor Oil
2. Shea Moisture Jamaican Black Castor Oil Strengthen & Restore Shampoo
3. Shea Moisture Jamaican Black Castor Oil Leave-In Conditioner 
4. ECO-Style Black Castor & Flaxseed Oil Gel

In that order! * Mama Dee's voice*

                                               Curls poppin' honey YAAAAASSS!




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  1. UnknownAugust 11, 2018 at 6:06 AM

    Love it! Inspiring those of us losing hope to be patient and love your hair back!

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    1. ashantigyalAugust 11, 2018 at 8:59 AM

      Yes, do not loose hope!!! When you start loving and caring for your hair, your hair will love you back! Only took me two and half decades to figure that out!

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  2. UnknownAugust 12, 2018 at 7:44 AM

    Love this! Your voice, your humor, your style. Do It!

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    1. ashantigyalAugust 12, 2018 at 3:11 PM

      Thank you Jeri!! More post to come! Stay tuned! :)

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  3. UnknownAugust 13, 2018 at 7:31 AM

    I'm amazed by how your curls turned out girl! Real lovely!

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  4. UnknownAugust 13, 2018 at 1:21 PM

    You are beautiful inside and out no matter what you do love;-) Love you to the moon and back!! xoox

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  5. UnknownAugust 15, 2018 at 6:32 PM

    You are hair goals!!! Thanks for the inspo!

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  6. UnknownAugust 15, 2018 at 9:45 PM

    Have totally seen your hair in all stages and no matter what have always thought you were beautiful... but there is such a glow to you and confidence now with your natural hair! So proud of you and have far you’ve come and how much you’ve learned about your hair! You are beautiful inside and out and I’m loving your natural hair!

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    1. ashantigyalAugust 15, 2018 at 9:59 PM

      You have seen my hair through it all!!!! Thank you so much mama!!! :) *MUAH*!

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  7. JanelleAugust 16, 2018 at 12:48 AM

    Aww! A little TLC goes a long way. So happy that your hair is ready to love you back! <3

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