I couldn't hide from it anymore.  My hair -- this pile of protein that I kept wrapped in synthetic, smothered beneath Remy, hidden under a lacefront -- should not be my enemy.  Each coil is as apart of me as my hands and feet.  So why the avoidance?  Hair is a symbol of beauty.  Many of us have been taught that hair is our crowning glory.  On the flip side, the difficulties in taming our hair has caused it to be a symbol of shame and evidence of pain for some of us.  As a child, I was teased terribly about my "nappy" hair.  It was a relief to finally put a Jheri Curl or relaxer in my hair and pretend that I had "good" hair.

After thirty years of chemical dependence and more hairstyles that I can count, it is time to stop pretending I'm Sasha Fierce.  I'm not her and I don't want to be.  I want to be the best me I can be.  It's been nine months since my last relaxer.   Am I saying I'll never put a weave, wig, or relaxer in my hair ever again?  Nope.  I'm saying that in this moment, I want to see, touch, feel, and nurture my own hair. 

Okay, cool.  But now what?  I've studied the YouTube videos and have decided on my first style.  The two-strand twists look easy enough despite the fact that none of the women in the videos seem to have my exact fine, thin, kinky 4C grade of hair.  Nevertheless, I've fed my brain with the fruit of knowledge that can only come from watching a million videos.  I can do this... 

So there you are sitting in your hairstylist's chair. Perhaps it's been a minute seen you've seen her and you two can't stop gabbing. While she's tending to your hair, you commiserate about family drama, pontificate about Hollywood gossip, vent about the chick at work. The entire salon is buzzing with the sound of ladies laughing, dryers whirring, and perhaps even gospel music or old-school R&B playing overhead.

And then it happens.

The bell on the front door chimes. The door opens. In walks a guy. A black guy. Maybe he's an attractive black guy (you're single -- you take note.) And maybe he's not (you're single, times are hard -- you still take note.) He is dressed more like Denzel Washington's character from Training Day rather than his character in Mo' Better Blues. A hushed silence washes over the salon as though you're playing a reverse version of The Wave at a sports arena.

Imagine sitting in your stylist's chair as she gives you a new haircut.  You've shown her the exact style you want on your cell phone or magazine.  But now she's working from memory or requesting to see the picture again.  And when it's all done, it still isn't quite what you were hoping for.

Samsung Electronics may have solved this problem.  It has introduced an interactive mirror display.  The first-of-its-kind, 55-inch mirror has made its debut at LEEKAJA HAIRBIS’ Jamsil salon in Seoul, Korea.   It won't be long before you and your stylist can consult on various styles on the mirror and determine the best look for you.  Want your bob shorter with a bump or longer and straight?  You can pinpoint the style you want, check out latest news about the style, and then watch as it comes to life.

Pretty cool, huh?

Swimming is one of the best exercises because it allows us to burn a relatively high number of calories in a short amount of time.  According to Healthline.com, expert physiologist Tom Holland states that “a 150-pound person will burn roughly 400 calories during an hour-long swim at a moderate pace, and 700 at a vigorous one."   If you're like me and need exercise that is gentle on the joints while still working up a sweat, look no further than your local pool.  Celebs have long used swimming as part of their exercise regimen.  Take Mariah Carey for instance.  She attributes swimming to her 70-pound weight loss.  And we already know Beyoncé loves to swim as is evidenced here, here and here.  No one can argue that Queen Bey isn't in top physical condition!

So why aren't more black women hitting up the pools?  Wait.  Don't tell me.  You don't know how to swim.  Nope, not a good answer.  Lessons at the Y are affordable and available.  No one is saying you need to ever be Michael Phelps in the water, but knowing how to swim might save your life one day.  Oh, I'm sorry.  You do know how to swim?  My bad.  Then what's your excuse for not swimming more often, especially when you're on vacation for goodness sake?  Of course!  You don't want to get your hair wet.  Look, I hear ya.  Dealing with our hair on a good day can be a pain, add in chlorine and it's doubly so.  But it doesn't have to be impossible.  Here are a few tips for maintaining healthy hair before and after jumping in the pool.


1.  Leave-in conditioner
Before swimming, saturate your hair with water which will prevent your hair from absorbing as much chlorine.  Apply a protectant like Ion Swimmer's Leave-In Conditioner just before swimming to form a protective layer between your tresses and the harsh chlorine water.
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2.  Swimming cap
Don't even think about getting into chlorinated water before putting on your swim cap.  Have a head full braids or extensions?  No worries.  This large swimming cap is available for all of us who like BIG hair.

3.  Swimming shampoo
After your dip in the pool, use a swimmer's shampoo like Aubrey's Organics Swimmer's Shampoo to safely remove the chlorine from your hair.  While chlorine can be great for keeping a pool sanitary, it can be extremely damaging to our locks.  Don't skip this paraben and sulfate-free shampoo.

4.  Conditioner
Add moisture back to your hair by using a restorative conditioner.  A good conditioner after swimming in chlorinated water can help repair dry, damaged hair.  Give Aubrey Organics Honeysuckle Rose Conditioner a try.

5.  Deep conditioner
Looking for a deeper condition when you get home?  This Coconut Oil Hair Mask deeply hydrates, moisturizes and conditions.  Who doesn't love coconut oil?

Here are a couple of swimming extras that you might need for your trip to the pool.

Yes, I know.  Melissa Harris-Perry and MSNBC parted ways in a blaze of glory this past March.  If you're unfamiliar with the details, check it out here.    However, seeing as this is #ThrowbackThursday, I thought it fitting to remember the unique voice that Ms. Harris-Perry had in the media.  Below she discusses how black hair matters, a topic rarely heard on television. 

Her voice and perspective are missed.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm a little too possessive.  A little too clingy with my own hair.  I sat in my stylist's chair and watched as she put the finishing touches on my weave.  It was a thing of beauty.  Fourteen inches of Virgin Indian Remy that was so silky smooth I secretly wished I could swath my entire body in it and wear it like a fur coat.  But that would be weird.
 
I watched as Lisa (not her real name) flat ironed my new hair straight, meticulously ensuring that every strand was sufficiently seared at a thousand degrees.

"I love messy hair," I said, by way of warning, although she knew me well by now.

I love hair that is perfect," she countered. "Every single strand exactly where it should be."

Perfection is subjective, though, right?  Much like beauty is in the eye of the beholder?  I didn't argue.  I'd been with Lisa long enough to know how this tale would end.

"I'd like my hair to be curled lightly, so that the curls will fall."

"Your curls shouldn't fall," she replied.  "I'll do them tight so they last a few days."

I bit my lip.  I didn't want to bite me.  I wanted to bite her instead.  If I'd stated what I wanted, then what was there left to talk about?
 
When Lisa was done flat ironing my hair, she began to add curls.  I watched in awe as Lisa made sure that each curl was just so.  Part of the reason for my awe was that I didn't care.  Had I not made it clear that I loved messy hair?  Pretty sure half of Farrah Fawcett's fame had everything to do with her perfectly un-perfected hair.

I touched a curl.

"Stop it," she snapped. "It's not set."

WTF?  It's my hair.  My curl.  We were clearly having ownership issues.
 
It seemed as though Lisa spent as much time tweaking as she did styling.  When she was all done, my hair looked pretty damned good.  It was just missing one thing.

I shook my head from side to side like a woman trying to dislodge a rabid cat clinging to her hair.

"Why would you do that?" Lisa asked, not at all amused.

I smiled. "I needed to get it the way I like it.  Now," I said staring back at my reflection with satisfaction because every hair was exactly where it should be: not in its place.  "It really is perfect."