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Everywhere I go, I empowered by my hair; yet it holds no power itself. Together, my hair and I have overcome depression, anxiety, pusillanimity and self hate. I can admit, my hair, in its own right is a tough cookie. It endured the harsh chemicals, way to hot hot combs, too-tight braids and over manipulation just to become the most beautiful locks when I finally left it alone. As I plastered relaxer over natural roots, trying to escape West African roots, I was all but empowered. Now that I think about it, I never apologized to my hair for forcing it to endure all I put it through until I found myself. And finding myself, meant loving my hair, because it was a part of me. Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing because only when we have felt the lows of being powerless can we embrace the power we receive from loving and respecting ourselves…all of ourselves in our most natural state of being. So what power does my Black hair give me?…It is a part of me and together, we are beautiful. We are inspiring. We are strong and of course…we are Black. My Black hair is bomb.
My hair is like the crown sitting on top of a temple. I am empowered by its versatility, it’s bodacious nerve to be big beautiful and always having a mind of it’s own. My hair holds strength unknown by those who are not like me—my hair gives me power to step outside the box and be courageous. My hair makes me ROCK!!!
My natural hair reminds me of my heritage. It empowers me to know that I’m more than just myself. I get to be different from the masses.
My black hair gives me the power to carry on my strong African-American heritage with a funky modern twist.
Throughout history black women have been trained through society’s ideology to think of their hair as ugly and unlovable. Straight hair is always best, more professional. If you have gone natural you are pegged into two categories, a groovy seventies Angela Davis chick or a reggae and roots Bob Marley Rastafarian.
Why can’t I be a suburban, masters degree toting, label free independent woman that I am, kinks and all? I recently had my natural hair epiphany through my first winter in Detroit. Cold weather can do serious damage to your hair causing a lot of breakage so I always kept my hair covered. A few weeks turned into 6 months of hiding my hair under wigs, hats and funky June Ambrose inspired scarf/headband creations. Afraid of what others might think of my unruly mane, I finally said enough is enough. I should not be ashamed of my hair, an extension of who I am. I was ready to be the nappy headed change I wish to see in the permed world today!