Braids, weaves and wigs! I have been obsessed with these three most of my adult life. Before the pandemic, I couldn't be catch dead in my short, natural 4C hair unless I was on my way to the salon. And even then, it was covered up. You could say, I never let my hair down. Pun intended. I thought I had bad hair. It took too long to grow, was not black enough, soft enough or long enough.
And the biggest reason of all, my type of hair was never featured in magazines or on TV. I believed society's racist perception of different hair types. The concept that there is a texture hierarchy where some hair types are better than others.
But for me, this ends now.
I mentioned in a previous post that I have gained a network of beautiful women who have passed on wisdom and healing. When I spend time with them, I see myself. I see my kind of hair, in its natural glory and it's looks gorgeous. So it's probably gorgeous on me too.
Today marks the beginning of my journey to fully embracing my glorious, thick, kinky 4C textured hair. I accept it for what it is.
It is the kind of hair that my mother has, my grandmother had and what her mother and her mother before that had.
I commit to learning to care for it myself so it can exist in its full glory.
I read this quote that said, "I hope today you remember that the sky is not humiliated by its vastness, and the mountains remain unashamed if their height. Mother earth and her oceans are not afraid of their size, and the sun is not concerned if someone has to squint their eyes. It will shine and will not apologize for its light. I hope that nature teaches us to look at ourselves and be kind".
Today, I hope that you too look at yourself, and be kind.
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