No, it isn’t. It is part of me and what makes me a Black woman. As it grows out of my head it becomes an extension of me.
I’ve seen several people say their hair is just ‘hair’. Whether I am reading a blog, or listening to YouTube I hear the outcries of many telling the world it’s just hair and nothing more. I find that hard to believe because there just wouldn’t be this much fuss over something so trivial if that were true.
As a woman, my hair is supposed to be my pride and my glory. I’ve heard that since I was a little girl. It makes me who I am and aids in my femininity. I have always been told by the media that women are supposed to wear their hair long and flowing. I was brought up to have pride in myself and to look presentable at all times as well as having my hair done whenever I leave my house. This is what I was taught as a little girl about my hair.
I don’t agree with the entirety of that notion but I do feel my hair is more important than something to match an outfit or mood. I also feel my hair should look good whenever I go out into the world.
When I first went Natural how my hair would look was extremely important. I was worried about how it would look on me. I was also worried about how to wear it without the aid of box braids. I did initially try a salon and she put twists in but before I left the salon I knew it wasn’t the style for me. While driving away from the shop I was pulling the twists out and wasting my expensive hairstyle. I had then decided to let it be free and just wear a headband. That became my staple style.
For me and quite a few others these strands of hair that grow out of my head with a curl, a coil, or a kink mean more to me than an outfit. They mean more to me than shoes and earrings. They are a part of me just as my eyes, lips and skin and contribute to my Blackness. With that being said, I cannot call or treat it as an accessory and I cannot deny it’s importance in my life.
Since my hair is so important to me going Natural was such a joy and an overwhelming acceptance of what makes me….me. I will no longer chemically alter myself for whatever reason one may assume. I will cherish it just as I do my eyes when I take my Glaucoma eye drops so I may see. I will moisturize it just as I moisturize my lips from the dryness of the Denver weather. I will love it as I love my brown skin with it’s richness and earthiness that makes me whole. My hair is far from an accessory. It is me and I am Natural…
Is your hair an accessory or does it mean more?
Take care naturals,