Tuesday night I was at work and decided to browse the internet in search of pictures of sisterlocks. During my search I came across the website
Cammalocks. This consultant has the ability to part the most perfect grids that I have seen on any locked head so far. When I viewed the images of the locks I got a serious case of loc envy. So much so that I've been thinking about and comparing my locs to the ones on that site for two days. I've even read something somewhere discussing differences between loc envy and loc admiration. There was no question in my mind that I had loc envy because I just kept going over in my mind how I wanted my grid to be that perfect. This is actually what I thought I was getting when I got sisterlocks but alas my beautiful babies didn't turn out this way. I like to think that God hides a lesson in every situation. Over the past couple of days I've tried to find the lesson in this particular one. So I ask that you bear with me as I explain how and why I came to the conclusion that I did.
My analysis took me back to childhood and some insecurities that I've carried since then. When I was growing up my family was the poor family living in the broken down house with a bunch of unruly children. I'm an only child but I grew up with six of my cousins in the house with me. Our house was roach and rat infested with no sink or running water in the kitchen. I was teased in grade school about my clothing and because I'd had a couple of embarassing incidents that proved just how poor we really were. Even from a young age I was determined to never live this way again. My solution was to strive for perfection, perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect friend, perfect girlfriend, etc... I figured if I were perfect there was no room for failure.
I knew that most of my circumstances at that time were out of my control. What I felt I could control was myself and how I was perceived. I felt that if I carried myself a certain way that people wouldn't be able to see all the things that were "wrong" with me. I became very opionated about everything and everyone, going as far as to pass judgement and give everyone my thoughts on any matter. I didn't care that what I said and how I said it hurt peoples feelings because I was just telling it like it was, you know, "keeping it real". All the while I secretly envied many of the people that I criticized. I was a horrible friend to some people that I truly loved and lost some because I was constantly judging and looking down on them. I would pick people apart that I felt had more or better than me, i.e. money, stable homelife, beautiful clothes, perfect hair. I had to find something wrong with them to make me feel better about myself. Because no matter how hard I tried or how much I'd accomplished I still felt like that same scared, poor, little imperfect girl. I also felt that having "things" would make me feel more worthy. I found that no matter how many material things I attained or how good I looked on the outside I still never felt I'd reached my goal of perfection. Whether it were the latest hairdo or fashion trends I always ended up with something less than perfect. I was utterly and completely miserable. I'd always hear the mantra about loving yourself and had convinced myself that I did. But how can you love yourself when you can't accept you for who you are?
It has taken years, some soul searching, and God to realize that I am perfect. I am the most perfect Sereni-T that I can be. There is no one else like me. I am unique and special in my very own way. I don't have to be perfect or anything other than Sereni-T to love me or to be loved by others. I feel the same way about my hair. While I didn't get the perfectly parted grid that I desired, my new babies will produce a beautiful head of sisterlocks. They are unique and special in they're very own way. There will be no other head of sisterlocks that look like mine. In my eyes they are and will forever be perfect.
ETA: I just wanted to clarify that my parts and grid are not bad. My consultant did a wonderful job on my hair. There are a few things here and there but nothing intolerable . They're just not as perfect as I had envisioned.