This weekend during our time in Amsterdam, where we are staying over Easter, we decided to take an overdue trip to one of the many museums the city has to offer. The journey to our destination involved catching two trams, and so we had a few minutes to burn while we waited for the second tram to come along. The area was familiar to us, as I instantly recognised the Afro-Indian hair and beauty shop across the street that I had spotted on previous journeys. Curious as to what products they had to offer, we strolled in to take a look and to pass some time.
As soon as we walked through the door I was greeted with a smell that tickled my memory and needed no time at all to be recognised. Sure enough, a lady at the far end of the shop (and apparently salon) was getting her hair relaxed. Boy it’s been a long time since I endured that smell, and I am glad to say that it has not been missed! Upon experiencing the unpleasant smell again after so long, it stirred up memories of other things about Relaxers I do NOT miss: the burns, not being able to scratch/comb your hair prior to a treatment, and of course the dreaded re-growth!
This month funnily enough, marks one year into my transition and this encounter couldn’t have come at a better time. It made me realise just how happy I am that I decided to look for an alternative outside the world of relaxing, and spur me on in continuing with my natural hair journey. You know what the best part of the experience was? How free I felt leaving the shop and any traces of relaxer behind. That feeling of freedom is one that I will remember if ever I stumble along the rest of the way, as it truly is a wonderful feeling…..