Having or constituting a classification based on features existing in nature ,the covering of hairs on a person’s head.
“Your hair is so thick!” “It’s so nappy” “Why don’t you straighten it, make it manageable”
How many have heard one of these lines? I’m sure not just once, and it’s not right. Since I was ye-high, say about 7 or 8. I’ve always been taught not to love my hair. Instead of letting children be children, or enriching our culture. We’ve been slowly programmed to think that our natural hair is wrong. We must wear it straight, it looks better. But better to who and for who?
To be a black is to be beautiful. To be you is to be a beautiful. Now of course black isn’t a color to describe a race, but you get the just. To be of African descent in any form, is rich in importance. However in society you never see it. I’ve never seen a billboard with a little black girl loving or embracing her afro. I rarely seen a billboard of a girl of Spanish decent embracing her curls. You know what is portrayed?.. straight hair !
Don’t get me wrong, it is nothing wrong with straight hair, but it’s not everyone’s hair. No shame or judgment should be placed.
For the longest, I’ve struggled with my hair. Not so much as length but just embracing what was mine. I’ve experienced with relaxers, hot combs, sew-ins(weave installations) braids and Senegalese twists, and monthly visits to a Dominican shop to press my hair out. The braids and twist were protective styles just to stimulate growth in my hair, but it was so expensive. The relaxers, hot-combs, Dominican visits all served one purpose; to make my hair straight, to make it “manageable.”
So with my “manageable” hair, not my hair in its natural state. I had to be conscious of the gym, or the pool because water to my “manageable” hair would put it in it’s natural state. And that was just the last thing I needed right? WRONG!
I started to hear myself, be aware of what I was saying in regards to my hair. I would pass up on beach trips, and outdoor events because if the weather wasn’t up to par, my whole day would be ruined.
Here’s a little fun fact about me, I cant swim! I know sad right, but what’s even sadder is I’ve never really committed to trying because I always was worried about my hair !!!
I’ve been contemplating going “natural,” for a while. Just listen to that line, I’ve been contemplating going natural. Contemplating what makes me, me. My excuse has always been I don’t have the time, I don’t even know where to begin. But it was just that, an excuse. I was offered swimming lessons, and you know what was my response? ” Ok I’m willing to learn, I just can’t get my hair wet.”
Huh? What? That makes no sense! It was that split moment that my subconscious won. I heard how ridiculous I sounded and realized how can I say I love me? How am I comfortable with myself and I don’t like my hair?
It is a slow and steady path, but it is a path that I am willing to embrace and excited to enjoy. It’s crazy I’m in my mid 20’s and I’m finally accepting something that’s been part of me my entire life. But I guess that’s where development kicks in, and the becoming of your person starts.
Love yourself, and take care of yourself. Embrace what makes you, YOU. I stumbled across this quote and it exemplified truth. Why try to be anyone else, when you are naturally YOU
-Ess