Natural Beauty

By Leslie DuBois

Over the next year, can Mahogany Brown learn to love herself ... and her hair?

Damaged. Stressed. Out of control. Those words could describe not only Mahogany’s hair but her love-life. When she realizes that she has spent the last seven years being someone she’s not in order to please her man, she decides it’s time to take control and find out who she really is. Join Mahogany’s journey of self-discovery ... through her hair.

This novella blends fact and fiction as it relates real-life advice and tips for the newly natural sister.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leslie DuBois
• Release date: Jul 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310500411

Leslie DuBois

Leslie DuBois lives in Charleston, SC with her husband and two daughters. She also writes as Sybil Nelson.

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Natural Beauty

Leslie DuBois

Copyright © 2014 Leslie DuBois

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Natural Beauty

Copyright © 2014 Leslie DuBois

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Author’s Note – I am not a professional cosmetologist. All of the hair ideas and tips are solely based on personal opinion from the things I have tried on my own hair.

Chapter 1: Relaxed

Relaxer: A chemical process that straightens or 'relaxes' the natural curl pattern of hair. Since a chemical relaxer changes the natural formation of the hair it can be very damaging if done incorrectly or if not properly maintained. The crème or lotion relaxer must be reapplied every 6 to 8 weeks to the new growth of the hair.

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I try to think that I'm not one of those sad, pathetic girls who can't live without a man. The ones that stay with a man they know is no good for them because they're afraid of moving on. Or the ones that try to force or manipulate a man into marrying them because they want the ring and not the actual man. I'm not that kind of girl. Or so I thought.

I had been dating my boyfriend Vinny for seven years and in all that time I had never pressured him into marrying me. Okay, well besides the few comments here and there about where I wanted to live after I got married or how many kids I wanted to have. But those were innocent general statements. I didn't do anything blatant like leave wedding magazines around his apartment. Okay, so I did that once, but that was all.

Anyway, all of that was behind me because tonight was the night. I knew it. Vinny had been planning a special dinner for me for over a week. And since it wasn't my birthday and our seven year anniversary was still two months away, I knew it had to be the proposal. Why else would he have called me three times in the last hour to make sure I was still coming? And two weeks ago, he asked for my dad's number at work and then went out to lunch with him. Tonight was the night.

I sat back in my vanity seat in front of my mirror and sipped my pre-dinner wine. I was completely relaxed. I knew he was going to propose and it didn't scare me at all. I loved him and he loved me. I would have married him two days after we met if he'd ask. I was that crazy about him.

Of course, he didn't ask then. And in seven years, he had never brought up the word marriage unless I dragged it out of him. The only time we had openly talked about it was four years ago when I jokingly asked when his parents would be signing him up for an arranged marriage.

Don't joke about that. Arranged marriages are still very common in my culture, he had said. Vinny, or shall I say, Vinyay Gupta was a first generation Indian American. His parents were still in India and had never even been to visit him in this country.

Fine, all joking aside, I had said. Are you going to have an arranged marriage one day?

Instead of answering, Vinny finished off his beer and said, I gotta take a piss.

And that was the last time we had an actual conversation about marriage. We didn't even discuss it two years ago when he flew to Canada for his sister's wedding. I didn't dare ask whether her marriage was arranged or not.

Of course, I only had his word to go on about the whole arranged marriage thing. He was the only Indian person I knew. I had never met his family so I couldn't verify it with them.

My stomach lurched suddenly. What if this wasn't a proposal? I mean, I had never even met his family. Would someone as traditional as Vinny marry someone without his parents’ approval?

I shook off my doubt. Vinny wasn't that traditional as evidenced by the amount of pot he smoked on a daily basis. I needed to relax. Speaking of relax, I thought as I leaned toward the mirror. I needed to get my edges done. This weave in my hair probably should have come out a few weeks ago, but I didn't have time to worry about my hair lately. We had a new needy client at work that was sucking away all my free time. As a temporary solution, I picked up my already heated curling iron and straightened my edges. Then I smoothed them down with some gel to cover the tracks in my head.

My cell phone buzzed. It was Vinny… again.

You in the cab? he asked.

Would you chillax?

You know no one says chillax anymore, right?

And you know no one calls their girlfriend four times in an hour to make sure she's coming to a regular old dinner, I said This is just a regular dinner, right?

He paused. I knew I shouldn't have been trying to pump him for information like this, but I couldn't help it. I was too curious.

Just hurry up and get here, he said effectively avoiding the question.

Maybe I could hurry up if you would let me get off the phone.

You mean, you're not in the cab? Mags, seriously? You're supposed to be here in ten minutes.

Goodbye, Vinyay, I said clicking off the phone.

I was planning on putting some curls in my long weave, but the way he was flipping out, I knew I wouldn't have time. I'd just have to wear it straight. Vinny liked it straight anyway. His favorite hair style of mine was when I had a weave that went all the way to my butt. I didn't think he would stop touching it for the entire three months I had it. I joked that it was probably the hair of one of his cousins in India. He didn't find that funny.

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When I saw Vinny standing in the lobby of the restaurant, I knew it was a special night. He was clean shaven and wearing the suit I bought him when we graduated college four years ago and he needed to go on job interviews. Fortunately for him, he ended up with a job that didn't require dressing up. As a video game designer, he rarely had to get out of his pajamas.

You look beautiful, baby, he said kissing me and petting my hair.

So do you.

He smiled shyly showing the dimple in his left cheek. I loved that dimple. It was so sexy.

You're not supposed to tell a man he's beautiful.

Well, I can tell my man anything I want, I said kissing him again.

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Dinner was painfully long. Since when did we need to eat a five course meal? Usually, our date nights consisted of ordering pizza and passing a bottle of Pepsi back and forth.

Every time a plate was put before me, I kept checking it to make sure there wasn't a ring hidden in my food.

What are you doing? he asked when he caught me once.

Oh, just making sure there are no...mushrooms in my food.

He looked at me strangely. That's Bananas Foster.

You know I hate mushrooms. Can never be too careful.

Right, he said as he finished his ice cream. When he asked for the check, my heart sank. It wasn't happening.

Hey, let's go for a walk, he said after he paid the bill.

A walk? I said still a little stunned at the lack of a ring on my finger. Why walk when we can drive?

Come on, it's a nice night. It will be romantic.

Romantic. "I started to perk up a bit. Maybe he was going to ask on our walk.

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Would you slow down? What's the rush? I said a few minutes later.

What? Oh yeah, okay, he said slowing his pace. He seemed distracted. And he was walking in an oddly specific direction as if he had a certain place to go.

I remember this neighborhood, I said, looking around. We're in Barney. Barney was an old neighborhood of DC that had gone through a major face lift. It now had an air of folk trendiness with a backdrop of beautiful classic brownstone homes.

Vinny and I literally ran across this neighborhood two years ago when we were training to run a marathon together. Of course, after a week of training Vinny decided marathons weren't his thing and went back to his steady diet of marijuana and grilled cheese. I ran the marathon alone.

Oh, it's the house! I said as we came across my favorite house in the neighborhood. It was a three story brownstone with a stained glass window in the door. The door frame was painted a warm mahogany brown just like my name. I even loved the ornate red window shutters that gave it a pop of color.

You still like this house, huh? Vinny said stopping in front of it.

Are you kidding? I'm completely in love with this house. You know that.

He turned my face toward his and said, And I'm completely in love with you. He grasped both my hands and then kissed them.

As he stared into my eyes, I knew this was the moment. I would soon be Mrs. Vinyay Gupta. I took a deep breath and waited for what he would say next.

I love you more than anything in the world, he continued. Your happiness means everything to me. This is why I bought you this house.

Still holding my breath, I couldn't say anything. I was still waiting for him to get on one knee and say those four little words. When he didn't and I was about to asphyxiate, I finally breathed and said, You bought me a house?

Well, us. I bought us a house. I hoped we could live there together.

I looked back and forth between him and the house. Yes, I loved him and I loved the house. But there was something missing for me.

So you want us to live together?

Yeah! he said excitedly as he held up a key.

That's what you are proposing? I put special emphasis on the word proposing. He didn't pick up on it.

We practically live together already, he said. Why don't we make it official?

And you think this makes it official?

Well, yeah. Why not?

And this is all you wanted to ask me tonight? There's nothing else? I asked, hopeful.

Um, no. Why?

I rolled my eyes and started walking away.

Mags, what's wrong? He stepped in front of me to block my escape.

Why did you meet with my father two weeks ago?

Your dad? Babe, he's a mortgage broker. I worked with him to get the loan for our house.

Why the hell didn't I consider that possibility?

Maggie, please tell me what's wrong? Don't you want to live with me? Don't you like the house?

Just then I saw a taxi turn on to the street. I waved it over to me.

Of course, I like the house. Do you remember what I said two years ago the first time I saw it?

You said you could see yourself raising a family there.

I said I could see myself raising a family there with my HUSBAND. HUSBAND!

Oh, my God, he said as recognition finally dawned on him. You thought I was going to propose.

Vinny wrapped his arms around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder as the first of many tears began to fall on my cheeks.

You know I can't marry someone like you. I thought we'd talked about this.

We did? When did we talk about this? I wiped tears away just as the cab pulled up next to us.

I love you, Maggie, but I'm Indian. I can't marry someone like you.

I wiggled out of his arms. Well, that means you don't really love me, asshole.

Chapter 2: Transition

Transition: A period of time when a person goes from chemically processed hair to natural hair. This is also often referred to as ‘growing out the perm’.

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Hair tip#1: There are many ways to transition from relaxed hair. Many people wear braids or wigs for a few months to let their hair grow out. Others go for the big chop. One good style for transitioning is Bantu Knots (See Chapter 11). It helps blend the two textures of hair nicely.

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Someone like me.

Someone like me.

He couldn't marry someone like me. Those were the last words he said to me almost a week ago. What the hell did that even mean? Did he mean someone like me as in a beautiful, college educated, independent woman? Because that is what I was. Maybe he didn't see me like that at all.

Could he possibly have meant someone with my skin color? That couldn't be it. We were practically the same shade of brown. And if he happened to

Reviews for Natural Beauty

[pepperwings · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Cute read about relationships with others and with ourselves, not too deep, but not entirely fluff either. I enjoyed learning a bit about the hair care involved, but the relationship with herself was more interesting.

[NaturallyGurly · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Good read! It was very creative to use the natural hair transformation as metaphors in stages of relationships.

[marshel1969 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Cute.