Confessions of a Loc’d Goddess: Products I Use!

Note: The oil in the bottle is not “Island Oil”. It is actually a mixture of oils I made myself.

Since having locs, I haven’t really gotten into very many products.  I would say that I still stick to the ways of when my hair was natural: I try to keep it moisturized, clean and healthy.

Now that I am about 13 months into my journey, I have developed a few staples in my regimen that I have found useful and can give my personal review on each one.  I will begin this by saying that everyone’s hair is different.  What works for my locs may not work for yours, but if you would like to try them out, feel free!

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Calm Down!

In light of recent events (so many racially motivated ones this week alone), I’ve seen several different discussions, debates and some all out heated arguments (let’s not forget a dash of ignorance and blatant racism).

I just want to take the time to say, let’s try to have more educated conversations on the issues. I understand people disagree with each other but some people get really upset. Rememeber, everyone is not going to see it your way. #AgreeToDisagree and leave it at that.

And stop reading everyone for filth. Not every person that says something is coming for you.

*deuces* I’m out.

Revamping the Workout Plan

20150422_223352So, I must admit that I was beginning to get a little discouraged once I realized my body had plateaued AGAIN, at a weight that I was not pleased with.  What really made it sting was when I looked at my husband’s before and after pics from this time last year to now.  It made me feel like men really sucked. I work my ass off in the gym, just as hard or if not harder than him sometimes, and his weight is just falling off; meanwhile, mine is stuck to me like glue.  I decided that enough was enough, and I am going to buckle down and do some research and figure out what I need to do to make my body match the effort I’m putting out.
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Who were we?



My parents are black, as well as my siblings, and extended relatives. I have full lips, a big nose, and a big butt. I can be loud and obnoxious. My sisters and I are often looked at as sad, mad, and bitter individuals. We are often sexualized in the media because of our natural curves but we are unique. Our skin tones depict every shade of brown and we are strong. My mama used to tell me that black women inherit the strength of all their ancestors and that is where our strength comes from. I can’t help but wonder, Who were my ancestors?

I have three black brothers. One plays basketball, one raps, and the other is in and out of jail. Together, they make up the stereotype of the black man. I live 20 minutes from the city of Chicago. Chicago has recently…

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