That’s the title of one of my favorite
musician’s songs, India Arie. The message is clear; one’s hair doesn’t make
them who they are. Really? Then why are hair extensions and hair products
selling so fast? There are hair salons in every corner, a million different
hair styles, colours and cuts. Does my hair really not make me who I am? This
crossed my mind when I was enduring a hot blow drier after relaxing my hair
this morning.
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model Eva Pigford/ Marcel |
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India Arie(in Fro and Braids) Amber Rose bald, relaxed hair(source |
I removed the braids I had for a month last night. I asked myself, why I am going through so much pain for something that’s so unimportant. I am educated, I have a good personality (I’d like to believe) and stylish, hair is just hair. Right? Not! My hair is a big part of me, it makes my outfit, it adds to the package that I present to the world as a reflection of how I feel about myself.
After years of chopping and changing, from afro, dreadlocks, short hair, braids and weave, I opted to straighten my hair last year. Like many black sisters, I use relaxer to straighten once every six weeks. In a nutshell, I have Eurocentric hair. It’s better to manage than my natural, very curly, kinky hair. Another topic for debate, a dreadlocked brother once said my relaxed hair means I’m not proud to be an African. My response, “brother, you speak English 80 per cent of the time, you don’t exactly go hunting for your next meal, nor do you walk around wearing animal hides in true African style”. Harsh? No, but true, I moved with the times, like the rest of the world. Evolution, why would one choose to drink river water when there’s running water.
I also have a friend who is always bald headed. She’s gorgeous, I wish I was as gutsy. She has stereotypes to deal with too. She says some people just assume she’s a lesbian.
Dreadlocks are cool too...
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Yaya Dacosta; Chrisette Michelle, Sanaa Lathan; conrows |