“Infused with thousands of years of DNA instruction.
My ancestral strength and wisdom passes through it.
Every where I have hair, it protects me.
A spiral intuitive antennae to give me a well-rounded sense of perception.
It even warns me before a mosquito bites.”
“My tightly woven helix design projects my beauty around the world. Fit for a queen, The Buckingham Palace Guards wear a replica of it to protected their heads from the sun.”
Even with this glorious gift, the media images of ‘beautiful hair’ never looked like mine!
I was taught to dislike my natural hair. Never embracing it beauty, I learned to cover it or alter it.
I chose to rethink that the education. I needed to start again. I cut out the perm and allowed my true beauty to come from within.
I was terrified to cut off all my hair, but I did it anyway. I cut it down to the quick.
I committed to the courage of the “Big Chop”
I was scared. I didn’t know what I would look like.
“Would I look like Camille Cosby or Esther Rolle?”
I was surprised. The feeling was warm and nostalgic. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
“I looked like my momma’s baby”
Since I was sixteen, I attempted to chemically alter the natural curls, kinks, coils and naps in my hair. This was learned behavior.
“I was unconsciously destroying the elasticity and moisture in my hair.”
As a younger child, my mom used to press the natural out of my hair with a hot comb. Most little black girls foreheads, ears and neck lines got nicked and burned in the process.
The quest for ‘good hair’ and assimilation resulted in the destruction of my exotic coils and locs. There was breaking, thinning and scalp damage. Those things have healed still, I attempted to process and press out my un-embraced glory.
The generational sickness continued to devour my self-esteem and eat up my hair!
“I had to learn the needs of my delicate and precious hair.”
This learned behavior is not our fault. It is our responsibility to know the difference.
“Still, it is our responsibility to be aware of fear-based decisions.”
“Grateful and thankful I have healed and over come the sore stigma of nappy hair.”
I have become loyal to my inner most being. I stuck with it, and learned my hair.
“I’ve never been so complimented.”
Embracing my god-given glory is a key component to self-love.
I’ve gained the courage to share more of my innate gifts. Celebrating my hair has been a spiritual journey for me.
“Creativity, awareness and answers just come to me.”
My hair is my first choice. I know the adverse psychological effects when any part of you is denied. As Black Women, we model a message of self hate when we choose to wear another race’s hair over our own.
There is a contradictory message being sent to the little black girl when we tell her that her puffy pony tails are beautiful, but every grown black woman is wearing Malaysian Yaki.
“I choose to embrace my silver, sexy & nappy.”
My concern is not the choice of style, rather the question of awareness in that choice. If you feel provoked to defense, consider asking yourself ‘why!’
When we are aware of the influences that go into our choices, we can make a strength-based decision.
Our susceptibility to deep-seated self loathing or self-love is represented in our choices. Specifically our crown glory, our hair.
We must be sure our choices in hair style are a celebration of our beauty.
It must be our preference and not a discriminating influence.
“I have some beautiful proud sister friend’s that rock weaves, locs, wigs and or their natural hair. They choices are free of condemnation.”
I love projecting natural beauty for all women. We must learn our hair. Love it and edify it.
Crown your glorious hair with your embrace. Put some jewels in it and celebrate the nappy.
I welcome your experience of this topic. It has been a spiritual journey for me. I’m lead to open this dialogue with you.
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