It took me a long time to fall in love with my hair. My self-hating of my hair was instilled in me by my Southern grandma and mom — I’m not angry about it though. It took me a minute to understand the systems of oppression and how our hair along with our names can make or break any and all assimilation efforts. They did the best they could living in this cruel, racist nation. They tried to protect us and make sure we had tools to “succeed.” Little did they know nothing would ever be good enough. We could never make it to the top, and we damn sure can’t stay when we get there no matter our hair styles. Whiteness rules!
I did everything to my hair including wigs (I could do a photo essay of hair styles lol). Something clicked when I got rid of organized religion and stopped chasing White spaces. I went natural and I never knew what I was missing. I regret all the years I chased fashion and pleasing Whiteness. I wasted money, I wasted time, and I never saw my true beauty.
Now I enjoy my short natural hair and my beauty. I feel strength. I feel free. I feel powerful. Thanks for the good word and validation. We are more than our hair.