Health & Wellness by Lexa's Journal

My mission in life is to not merely survive, but to thrive: and do so with passion, compassion, humor, and style. – Maya Angelou

  • Two and half years have passed since I started my natural hair journey. As I look back, I am amazed at the progress of my hair growth; never has my hair grown with such consistency and without breakage.

    Yesterday while sorting through family pictures, I came across a few pictures of me. In the spirit of the reflecting on the past year and moving forward, I’m sharing a few shots of my hair journey.

    Happy Holidays!!

  • Santa surprised me with these gorgeous Barbie’s for Christmas!  

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    A few weeks ago I saw these lovelies online and shared the beautiful images with hubby.  Like magic, the dolls appeared under the Christmas tree.

    As a little brown girl born in the 60’s, I seldom saw black dolls lining the shelves of Jamesway, Bradlees, or other retail stores.   I loved dolls and was blessed with a generous collection.

    The dolls on my Christmas wish list emerged from viewing TV commercials that aired during Saturday morning cartoons.   

    My mother was the pip-line to my aunt Miriam, who made sure that Santa brought me dolls that looked like me.  “Merm” as we called her (some still do) lived and worked in New York.   She sacrificed her lunch breaks to scour the streets of Brooklyn and Manhattan to find the “black” version of the latest dolls for me.

    My hot new Barbie’s roused pleasant childhood memories of my aunt’s kindness and generosity.

    Thirty years later, my new doll’s hair really is similar to my hair, which is cool.  I think it’s great that some toy manufacturers’ finally recognize the diversity in the consumer market.  But I also know that more change is necessary because even in the 21st Century, pricing disparities exist between black and white dolls and certain toys are still only readily available in certain regions, states, and/ or cities.

    The current natural hair revolution is phenomenal!  Nearly anywhere you go, you can spot a beautiful and natural curly girl strolling casually and confidently.  I love it!    The motives of why so many women from different cultures are wearing their God-given natural curls are plentiful.

    All that matters is that women have the choice to sport their natural curls and the loving and supporting natural community that helps with the transition and for this I am thankful!  Happy holidays!

  • “There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout: This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love!  I am a whole complex package.  Take me…or leave me.  Accept me – or walk away!  Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don’t fit your idea of who I should be and don’t try to change me to fit your mind. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision.  When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad – you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you.” 

    -Stacey Charter

    Over one year ago and while proudly sporting a two-inch Mohawk, my son proclaims, “Mom, I want my hair like Malakai’s!” We had not seen Malakai for a few months.  Malakai is a former classmate – same grade.  His friend has the most adorable plush locs that I have seen on a kid in a long time. His locs are maintained by Victoria at KinHairitage Salon and Spa.

    I am surprised that during the middle of football season he was thinking about a new hairstyle. Tailor’s request was a shocking because I never encouraged him to wear locs or any hairstyle.   The Mohawk was his idea but is typically partaken as camaraderie among football players of all ages. To prepare for locs, at the end of the 2011 football season, his Mohawk was shaved.  During the ride home, I glance at him in the rear view mirror.

     “Tailor, what’s wrong?  You look like you want to cry.” “I’m sad mom because I had to cut my hair.”

    I reminded him that to achieve locs, his hair needed to be cut even.  He understood but was still sad to see it go.

    The big day came on Satirday, November 17, 2012.   We were both excited.  Finally after a year of mishaps of so-called “trims” at the Barber, my son’s hair grew long enough to begin the process.  Yay!!!

    From across the shop, I hear his jubilant voice, “this feels good!”   I cannot resist a peek, so I quietly sneak over to the shampoo bowl. This is what I see!

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    Baby locs initial styling 11-17-12

    His smile says it all!  Enjoyment and delight!  There is no doubt in my mind that he was grateful for the experience and look forward to indulging in luxurious shampoos in the future.  While Victoria twisted his hair, he sat content chatting with her.

    I watched in amazement.   Why amazed? Because at his age, many children are trapped by the idea of looking like everyone else and trying to fit in.  My son has chosen a hairstyle, which is different from all other classmates.  He is comfortable and confident with the choice.   His choice pleases me a great deal.

    How long will he wear his locs?  I don’t know.  He can wear the locs for as long as he chooses.  The choice is his. Speaking of choice… I’ve been asked,

    “You’re letting him wear those?!”   “Those!”  Hmm… “ABSOLUTELY!”

    I grew up without the benefit of making choices for myself.  As a child and as a teen,

    I was told what to wear, what and when to eat, and darn nearly, what to think!

    The same person, who tried to “think” for me as a kid, still frowns upon and attacks my personal likes for tattoos, piercings, and other nontraditional accessories.   Lol! Frankly, the thought makes me laugh and want to behave like a rebellious child and get more tats and holes!  Lol!  I refuse to impede my child’s ability to make sound, reasonable, and responsible choices.

    Nearly 24 year of parenting has taught me to pick and choose my battles carefully.  The phrase is a cliche  but it is the crux to surviving the teen years. You get to a point, when you ask yourself, how important is the situation?  Is it life threatening?  Is it life altering?  It most cases the scenario is not and is not worth the stress and aggravation.  A friend says, “I’m not trippin on the dumb sh**!”  She’s right.

    In the weeks that have passed since his first styling, my son has shown a genuine interest in maintaining his hair.   Before bedtime, sometimes I get, “Mom, can you fix this twist, it’s coming loose.”   Lol!!  I love it!

    Victoria at KinHairtage Salon and Spa styled Tailor’s hair wonderfully.

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    Shop owner, Victoria, specializes in loc maintenance and does an incredible job with all lengths and hair textures.  Two and half years ago, I started my natural hair journey with ShidaNatural at KinHairitage.  More recently, Vicki jazzed up my hair with color and highlights.  I don’t know if I will ever return to my natural dingy brown colored hair. Heeey!

    Using WordPress’s new photo gallery feature, I am working on a post to show my 2 1/2 year  hair journey.

    I must admit, I am excited at the thought of my son’s hair thickening and lengthening   He is so cute with his new style! Yesterday was his second salon visit.  He was shampooed, conditioned and retwisted. He told me that the visit was “relaxing.”  Lol!

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    Re-twist after 4 weeks 12-15-12

    For now, the locs are a cool and a fun hairstyle for Tailor.  Later they may become something greater with more depth and meaning to him.  It is imperative though, that he can confidently and accurately articulate his knowledge and understanding of the cultural and historical aspects of locs.  Too often I see young people proudly donning cultural, religious, and other styles but lack the historical knowledge base to understand the meaning or possible ramifications of their chosen style. We will learn about the history and traditions of locs together.

    I am also certain that in the future, if not already, he will be questioned about his hair and will receive ignorant stereotypical and negative comments.  As with anything else, we will talk about specific situations as they arise. Some of the family matriarchs’, including my mother, are absolutely revolted by the site of locs.

    “Eeew!  How can you wear that mess?!?”  “It looks terrible!”   Are a few comments made to a family member who is six months into his journey.  The comments are absurd and offensive!

    It’s a personal choice people; get over it!!

    I told my mom in advance about her grandson’s new style.  I told her to speak positively or say nothing.  Mom did not like my command but it was necessary.  My son WILL receive encouraging and loving support from our family.  Anything other is unacceptable.

    So far Tailor’s journey has been positive and encouraging.  His classmates, teachers, and family have shown him much love.  He is confident, has a positive self-image, and is upbeat about his new look.   We are truly blessed and I thankful.

  • Sigh!  Relief!  Football season for my 10-year-old   officially ended last Sunday.  The season finished with my son playing on the offensive line representing the All-Star team for the West Division of our league. His team won against the East 25-6. The next day at the Banquet he won Defensive Lineman of the Year!  We’re all smiles!

    All Star Playerer 12/2012
    All Star Player 12/2012

    I took one week off to do nothing. Well, not quite nothing, but my actions felt like nothing compared to rushing off to practice 6-8 p.m. several nights a week.

    Today I was supposed to begin my holiday shopping.  Well I did.  Sorta kinda!  I could not resist and bought for myself.  Does that count? I attended a  International Fair Trade Gift Fair  at the Richard Stockton College of New Jersey. The event was hosted by the South Fair Trade Alliance and  “builds social economic, social and environmental justice through Fair Trade.”  The vendors are socially conscious, warm, friendly persons, who share a common passion of helping others.

    “Fair trade supports farmers and craftspeople in developing countries who are socially and economically marginalized.  These producers lack economic opportunity and often face steep hurdles in finding markets and customers for their goods.

    Fair trade is much more than just trade.  At the core of the fair trade model is a direct, cooperative, and in-depth relationship between buyers and sellers that keeps all of the principles of fair trade at the forefront.”Fair Trade Federation

    The best part about the shopping experience at the Fair Trade Fair is that you learn while you shop! An abundance of literature is available at most tables, so if you take your kids with you, the shopping experience will be educational and enlightening.

    The vendors are socially and environmentally conscious, warm, friendly, knowledgable, and are dedicated to Fair Trade.    Of course, I love the endless supply of unique, handmade, and cool merchandise for sale.

    redEarringI love dark chocolate and could not resist buying this treat.

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    Original pieces like this zipper necklace is the reward for patronizing the Fair.  I cannot wait to wear this one!

    Earrings

    Many of the jewelry pieces are made with natural and recycled materials.  I was so excited at this vendor that I forgot to ask about these earrings.  They are extremely light and rich in color.  Ooh la la!

    SCENTS

    Nag Champa oils and an assorted package of some of my favorite incense (Sandlewood, Patchouli, Nag Champa) and two new ones to try (Frankincense and white Rose).

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    For nearly two years, I’ve been hooked on merchandise with the peace symbol, so I had to add this bracelet to my collection.

     Click here to learn more about the South Jersey Fair Trade. If you are not from the South Jersey area, check out the Fair Trade Federation here.

  • “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”

    Albert Einstein

    I look down.  I see one of my favorite medium-sized sterling silver hoop earrings rolling across my colleague’s office floor.

    When I reach down to pick up the earring, I notice the latch is missing from the hoop.  Rats!!  My eyes carefully scan the tweed color textured carpet hoping to find the missing latch.  No such luck. The hoops are my favorite earrings. I can wear them with nearly any outfit and they match.

    My colleague walks over and gives the carpet a second look over, but still no latch.

    Hmm…

    Oh well, I guess it is just meant for me to buy another pair of sterling silver earringsIt’s no big deal! Later I will probably find the latch stuck in my clothing or undergarments.

    I laugh.  I am not wealthy or anything but I see no purpose in getting upset.  I cannot change the situation, so I’m over it.  I thank her for looking for the piece, exit her office, and forget all about the missing latch for the rest of the day.

    The hoop fell out around 12:30 p.m. this afternoon.

    This is funny!  A few minutes ago– 11:02 p.m. tonight (same day)  I just finished brushing my teeth. I noticed something odd-looking near my second pierced ear that holds a diamond stud.

    When I look closer…

    the latch is still in my ear!

    The hoop separated from the latch and fell to the floor, but the latch stayed in the hole!!! Since my hair has grown and covers my ears, I could not see that the latch was still in my ear.

    Ha!  Ha!  See, this is exactly why I don’t sweat the small stuff!  I still have the hoop and the earring is repairable.

    I was once emotionally and mentally wired to overreact to situations to which I had no control over.  Thankfully age, wisdom, experience, and the well-known serenity prayer has taught me better.

    God grant me the serenity
    to accept the things I cannot change;
    courage to change the things I can;
    and wisdom to know the difference.

    Living one day at a time;
    Enjoying one moment at a time;
    Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
    Taking, as He did, this sinful world
    as it is, not as I would have it;
    Trusting that He will make all things right
    if I surrender to His Will;
    That I may be reasonably happy in this life
    and supremely happy with Him
    Forever in the next.
    Amen.

    Reinhold Niebuhr

  • I am grateful and honored to be nominated for the Shine On and Reality Blog Awards by Shawn R. Jones! Shawn is the author of two incredibly inspiring books, Pictures in Glass Frames and Womb Rain.  Shawn is smart, witty, encouraging, and honest in her work.  Her poetry and daily devotionals give readers a sense of hope to overcome life’s challenges.  Please visit her blog at Shawnrjones12; you will be glad that you did. Thank you Shawn for the nomination!

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    THE RULES:

    1. Show appreciation of the blogger who nominated you and link back to them in your post
    2. Add the award logo to your blog
    3. Share 7 things about yourself
    4.  Nominate 5 – 10 or so bloggers you admire
    5. Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know
    6. Optional questions

    “Who am I” won’t tell you these seven tidbits about me:

    1. I smile even when I’m having a bad day. :0)
    2. I cannot sleep late.
    3. I am afraid of heights.
    4. I love playing with little kids.
    5. I am a neat freak.
    6. After two years, I’m still trying to get use to wearing reading glasses!  Lol!
    7. I love a good game of jacks!

    I am pleased to nominate the following blogs:

    1. http://junecaniel.wordpress.com/jun-e/
    2. http://nastassiadavis.wordpress.com/
    3. http://leemgottichronicles.com/
    4. http://cijastudio.wordpress.com/
    5. http://healthdemystified.wordpress.com/ 

    You can buy Shawn’s books at her blog:  http://shawnrjones12.wordpress.com