I will never forget my big chop. It was impulsive; I couldn’t wait to get to the nearest mall to have my permed hair removed forever.
My hair has taught me that I am divine. The power behind the spiraling of galaxies, the DNA double helix strand, and the spinning of stars and planets, is the same power behind the texture of my hair. My hair has taught me that it is versatile. I can represent it in many ways without adding harsh chemicals and products. My hairs are my antennas for receiving the earths frequencies.
Wearing my hair in locs has taught me many things but the one I love most is stay true to who you are, the natural you. Throughout our lives we are told to be a certain way in order to be perceived as beautiful.
I remember around fifth grade I started to feel like I should have a perm. There was still some girls without one but some wore their hair pressed. I wore my hair how my mom did it, in pigtail braids I was not allowed to do my hair. Once in awhile she would do them in the coveted cornrows or gasp… a blowout or pressed straight. I couldn’t wait for the cornrows or straight styles.