At 9 years old Journi decides to loc her hair 

Journi's Hair Loc Journey

Journi looking in the mirror with a smile on her face, her brown hair free and flowing.

Journi looked in the mirror, her hair brown and free. She thought about locs, how pretty they could be. With a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye, she decided to try, and let her locs fly high.

The Big Decision

Journi running to her mom with excitement, both hugging each other tightly.

Journi ran to her mom, with excitement in her voice. 'I want to loc my hair, it's my choice!' Her mom smiled and hugged her tight. 'Let's start this journey, it feels so right.'

Telling Mom

Journi sitting in a salon chair, the stylist twisting her hair with care.

The stylist twisted her hair, one by one. Journi felt proud, her journey had begun. Each twist felt special, like a tiny new friend. She couldn't wait to see how her locs would blend.

The First Twist

Journi looking at her locs in the mirror, a clock on the wall showing the passage of time.

Weeks went by, and her twists started to lock. Journi was patient, watching the clock. She knew it took time for locs to grow. Each day was a step, a journey to show.

The Waiting Game

Journi at school with her friends, all smiling and admiring her locs in her hair.

At school, her friends were curious and kind. 'Your hair is so cool!' they didn't mind. Journi felt happy, her friends were so sweet. With locs in her hair, she felt complete.

Friends at School

Journi washing her locs in a bathroom, surrounded by gentle hair products.

Journi learned how to wash and care. Her locs were special, beyond compare. She used gentle products and took her time. Each wash and twist made her locs shine.

Learning to Care

Journi adding shiny beads to her locs in her hair, sunlight streaming through a window.

Her mom gave her beads, shiny and bright. 'Add these to your locs, they'll look just right.' Journi added the beads, one by one. Her locs looked amazing, shining in the sun.

A Special Accessory

Journi listening intently to her grandma who has locs in her hair, who is sharing stories about locs.

Her grandma shared stories of locs long ago. 'In our family, locs have always been a glow.' Journi felt proud, part of a line. Her locs were a symbol, a family sign.

A Family Tradition

Journi smiling confidently at a girl who questioned her locs, showing pride in her unique hair.

One day, a girl said, 'Why are your locs so wild?' Journi felt sad, but then she smiled. 'My locs are me, unique and free. They show the world who I want to be.'

Facing Doubts

Journi dancing and laughing at a family party, her locs shining brightly.

Her family threw a party, with music and cheer. 'Your locs are beautiful, let's celebrate here!' Journi danced and laughed, feeling so light. Her loc journey was shining, so bright.

A Loc Celebration

Journi helping a friend twist her hair, both laughing and enjoying the moment.

Journi helped a friend, who wanted locs too. 'I'll show you the way, it's easy to do.' They twisted and laughed, sharing the fun. Two friends with locs, shining in the sun.

Sharing with Others

Journi with long locs, standing confidently and looking forward to the future.

Journi's locs grew longer, each day a delight. Her journey continued, her future so bright. With love and care, her locs would thrive. Journi felt happy, alive and alive.