Hair. Black Women. Say those words,
and you will open a conversation the size of the universe. The truth of the
matter is that we black women have always had a love-hate relationship with our
hair. I know I have. This relationship was passed down from our mothers (bless
their hearts) who received it from their mothers. I harbor no animosity or ill feelings
about what they did. After all, they did their best to fit in and assimilate in a society to survive. Maybe they did it because they simply did not
know how to care for their natural hair, and they felt they had more options by
straightening it. However, it is
undeniable that there is a natural black hair movement happening right
now.
More and more, little by little, I see
20-somethings and 30-somethings wearing their natural hair. In schools, I see
children of those Millennials wearing their natural hair. Puffs, braids, and
twists abound among the students in elementary and high schools, and I love
it. It looks like freedom to me. Freedom
from hot combs, dangerous chemicals, and too-tight braids. I have seen
kindergarten children with extensions, and it saddens me because it puts the
child at risk for hair loss, negates the love of her natural hair, and prevents
her from getting to know it. Extensions, weaves, and relaxers offer
versatility; however, they bind us in a never-ending cycle of debt and
psychological prison. I know. I have spent thousands of dollars on relaxers
since I was 14-years-old. My three daughters are prime examples of those stuck
in this cycle.
One of my biggest regrets is allowing my
then 13-year-old to get micro braids when she was a freshman in high school.
She is now in her twenties, and is so dependent on OPH (other people’s hair) that
she is uncomfortable without it. Ever. Unfortunately, sisters emulate each
other, and now her two younger sisters are stuck in the same cycle. The good
news is that we are having conversations about natural hair. Even better news
is that I am the first in our family to go natural. It’s been nearly six months
since I relaxed my hair – this from a person who faithfully relaxed every 6-8
weeks for decades.
Does this mean I will not straighten my
hair with a flat iron? Well, not yet, but I’m working on it. It does mean that I will no longer put the
dangerous chemicals of a relaxer in my hair. Color? That’s another story – not
quite ready to go gray yet. If it had not been for the influence of the natural
black millennials, I would not have the courage to step out of the cycle. So,
to you, I say, Thank you!
Photo courtesy of Smiley Joy,
my youngest daughter
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