I used to be apprehensive about my 10-year-old daughter rockin’ locs like I do. I did not want her to experience the stares and stereotypes that I sometimes get.
Eventually, I decided that because my locs are a representation of who I am (someone who believes in racial pride and natural living), it was only fitting for someone who was being raised with the same values to exemplify that… if she chose to, of course.
She has now had her starter locs for roughly 4 months.
Let’s take a moment, though, to observe the cuteness of this random father and son.