*This post was originally posted 11/02/2016 and later restored, re-edited and republished. Read about that here. It may or may not contain original photos used.
In my life toothbrushes serve one purpose: To brush my teeth.
I was scrolling through IG and I saw this picture from one of my hair idols–Jessica Pettway–and felt compelled to live in my truth about my unruly edges.
un•ruly ed•ges |ˌənˈro͞olē| |ejs | – a disrespectful hairline
My edges ain't never layed. They refuse to be held down by gel, paste, edge control, pressing comb, perm, etc. For years I kept trying to make them conform to the baby hair society, but my attempts were unsuccessful. So I decided to stop fighting against my edges and started working with them. I allowed them to do what they want. And to my surprise, all they wanted to be was frizzy free. And I'm cool with that. I just sit back and say, "do you edges. Do you." Life is so much better now. So for those who hate edges that aren't baby hair layed fleeky, my edges are unapologetically unlayed, unpolished and they not thinkin bout you! 😜
Finally! Someone unashamed to put their frizzy edges on IG free of edge-control. Let’s be real: Laying baby hairs as a grown woman shouldn’t be that serious. Now you may be thinking that I sound a wee bit salty, but not even close. I accepted my edges just aren’t meant to be laid, didn’t want to join BHN and refuse to get in formation.
In the six years, I’ve been natural I’ve never succeeded in my hairline being laid to the gawds. I’ve succeeded in wrapping my headscarf so tight I got a headache and buying every jar of edge-control that “guaranteed” control. Eventually, I got fed up with trying to tame something that just wanted to be untamed. There is no point in fighting a battle you know you’re going to lose.
“If you can’t beat the edges, free the edges.”
-Modern Day Kay
Things My Edges Said to Me:
“Girl go to work.”
“Is you finished or is you done?”
I know I’ll be the only chick at the party stress-free knowing my edges won’t sweat out. I know that in 100-degree weather edge paste/gel/jam/glue/plaster/gunk won’t drip down my face. Corporate America has no choice but to accept Frizzy Edge Gang (FEG). I think I’m going to trademark that, we need a fancy hand sign or something. These ladies are in FEG and representing #FEGNation. Matter of fact this is my hairline every time I approach with a brush, edge-control and spray bottle:
I know having baby hairs is in right now, but for me it’s unrealistic. Do you know how much edge control I would have caked up on my forehead? #Lawdness My future daughter(s) and I will be unfleeky together and we’ll still slay all day. See ladies, we have to learn how to love what society tells us needs to be bigger, softer, longer, and prettier. I learned how to love my A cup breast too.
Beady beads baby, beady beads.