my locks at twelve days old

Here are my locks at twelve days old. It seems like December 27th was just yesterday. No more fussing in the mirror only to leave disappointed. It feels great to just be me. I love short hair, but I can't wait to see my locks grow long and mature. Thank God! no more perms. I am all natural and proud.

True Locked Sisters

This is a picture of my hero, my guardian angel, my inspiration, my sister Creyole and me. For those of you who don't know, I'm the one with the short hair. This picture was taken on the morning of the third day of being locked.