My Hair Journey
“I am not my hair. I am not my skin. I am the soul that lives within!” – India Arie
Growing up I was never ashamed of my kinky hair but it was not something I was proud of, either. The strands just existed on my scalp; nothing great, nothing horrible, they were just there. However, when the teenaged years stormed in (‘que’ my mother’s deep sigh) all that I was interested in - or not – changed.
For instance, my BET, 106 and Park obsessions, went into full bloom and the world of Dora existed no more. With all this new exposure came – amongst other things - my dream of one day having straight highlighted hair, popping pink gloss (you know the song) and a giant fan following my every step. Why? Because that was how beauty and being fierce were presented.
It also didn’...