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My Impromptu Big Chop & Why I Still Lust After Weave

My Impromptu Big Chop & Why I Still Lust After Weave


So last Friday, I headed over to Brooklyn to get my naps corrected. I hadn't seen my "real" hair in some time and I hadn't seen a relaxer since early May. My hair was about to my shoulder and my goal was to continue moving forward in my transition from relaxed to natural.  I have previously discussed why I decided to transition in Why I'm Going Natural & Its Trials and Tribulations

So anywhoo, I'm sitting in my hair stylist's chair with this partially natural partially relaxed mess on top of my head while she's trying to decide what the best course of action is to take. In the styling room next to me this woman is getting this elaborate lace front (now ya"ll know I love some weave but this was like ridiculous) and she was going on and on about how she's gonna get her breasts done and get lypo, and how when she exercises she wraps her body in saran wrap. Ummmm are u Fuc**** kidding me??!!!  Don't you have kids to take care of ?! I don't mean to be rude but you look like humpty dumpty, Bassica Washington, (The definition of Bassica) talking about you wear saran wrap on the treadmill?!!!.

Ms. Bassica "I don't need to sell sex to sell my music" Hilson  SMH

As you can assume I was too outdone and I told my stylist to chop that hot broken mess off of my head. Like I've said previously me and my hair have a sordid relationship, but as much as I love my long luscious weaves, I can't wear them for the rest of my life. And lord knows I need my edges I don't have Naomi Campbell money or prestige to go around thinking I'm still flyy with my edges all Mr. Clean bald. (I'm just saying).

She's still Flyy, but I can't go out like that

Don't get me wrong, I have a bag of weave in my drawer now that I paid a pretty penny for just waiting for my hair to grow out enough to put it on. For me personally, I just think its important to be able to look at myself in the mirror exactly how God made me and like what I see. I'm also excited about the fact that since the first time since I was about 17 my hair is totally healthy.

 Women like her keep me motivated :)

I think that people are just  misinformed about natural hair because there are women with natural hair (just like with any other kind of hair) who don't even bother to pick the lint out of their hair before they leave the house. SMH. I know I was deterred for a long time, you have to take care of your hair just like you take care of your body. Now I'm not gonna pretend that once my stylist cut it all off, I wasn't trying to figure out how I could live in the salon for a year until it grew back out. I was nervous as hell, like I said I hadn't intended on cutting it and I'm pretty feminine so I was unsure about how I would be perceived by others (Black Men in particular, look I'm just tryna keep it real).  But alas, I got myself together, threw on my faux fur and my mama's old sunglasses and trekked back to Manhattan. Of course I immediately rushed to the beauty supply and bought up about every natural thing I could put my hands on. (If you are newly natural please don't do that foolishness). Of course none of that mess worked for me and I'm right back with my Shea Moisture (the pink one for curls).  One thing I will say is that my hair is super easy and I feel very free. I would say that 6 out of 7 days I'm feeling the teenie weenie fro ( however, that one day out of the week, I'm plotting the quickest way to a wig/weave/braids, etc), but its a process and I'm working on it. I'm defiantly not one of the psycho natural women who preaches to other women, you have to do what works for you, and I never said that I would never relax my hair again either. I'm sure I'll be weaved up again by March. But the point is, I did this for me and only me.

How I LOVE it!!!!!

The response that I've received has been really great and I feel really blessed to have the friends and family members that I do. ( My boo told me that it was a 7 out of 10 lmao and he never lies to me.) I am also thankful to all those who chose not to say anything because they had nothing nice to say. I'm still trying to decipher the long stares I get from Black men on the street. Hopefully its because my flyness is radiating  toward them and not that they think I look like a bald Black chicken. But if that's what they think then smh, what can I do? Its not like they don't have the same kinky curly growing out the top of their heads.

xoxoxoxo Chocolate Girl In the City xoxoxoxox PS. On a more pathetic note I literally have no more excuses when it comes to exercise other then I'm just being a lazy cow.

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