That song came my way via the boards on Nappturality, at--I'm sure you know now if you've read recent entries--a particularly poignant time.
On occasion, I wish I was bald. Perhaps then the madness would cease.
But in my lifetime...Or make that, in my twenties, when I first decided to try to love what the Good Lord gave me and accept it as is, I have endured what can only be called a litany of resistance. Beginning and ending with the classic anti-natural warnings:
Did I miss anything? Let me know. LOL.No one will ever like you. No one will ever love you. No one will ever marry you. No one will EVER hire you. You are NOT beautiful. You do NOT look nice. People will be ashamed to be seen with you. I am ashamed to be seen with you. How can you possibly ever think that THAT is acceptable? Only SOME PEOPLE who have any sense are going to tell you the truth about the way you look, and you do NOT look good.
Which brings me back to ms. arie's music.
I get and love what she's trying to say. I understand her song completely. And yet...
As for me, I tend to think that I am my hair. In that I want to be real. And I feel the most authentic when I'm not hiding or pretending.
Not that my relaxed hair doesn't look good. It's fine.
*rolls eyes*
In a dry, crispy sort of way.
I do not mean to speak ill of those who relax their hair and enjoy it, or those whose natural hair texture is straight. But if you would like to learn more about why relaxing hair is dangerous, and what I mean when I call mine "crispy" read this. In particular, note this sentence:
Relaxed hair is always dry. This is why we’re constantly putting something on it.. oiling our hair and scalp two or three times a week...I won't into the perpetual damage that I now have to look forward to.
However, in spite of the fact that, depending on how I style it, I look even less like a teenager than I usually do--for which I sincerely thank God...
I miss being me.
We all have the right to be ourselves.
*huge sigh*
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