It’s been nearly two months since I’ve straightened my hair. I get it you’re probably thinking… so what.
Well, for over 20 years I’ve used either straighteners or chemicals to try and fit in with societies view of how I should look.
I was ashamed of how I looked and the words that have been put on my natural hair
So many words that hiding behind a facade of straight hair saved me from.
Well you were thinking so what, this month has been a month of more than just hair. It’s been a month of healing, a month of finding and loving my true identity.
As a POC having my hair natural is a big deal. See, being people of colour we are constantly shaped to look and fit into the ideal vision of western standards. A lot of the time we aren’t accepted if our appearance is too “foreign”. It strips us of our choices, our identity, our cultures. Wearing my hair curly is more than just wearing my hair curly. It’s a rebellion against the 30+ years of molding I’ve been subject to. It’s a finding and embracing of my heritage and race.
I”m not going to lie, it’s been a difficult journey. There have been so many times that I wanted to grab the straighteners. Terrified to go out into this judgemental world without the security blanket of my straightened mane.
But I’ve stood by my commitment, and have come out stronger and happier. I’m finally getting to know me.
Although I’m not eliminating straighteners from my life because I love the fact that I have the opportunity to play with my hair, and my style, I am no longer reliant on them. No longer using them to fit into a box that makes people feel comfortable.
My curly hair is…
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