Embracing My Natural Hair Journey: A Personal Narrative

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Good hair is manageable, pretty, and straight, or so I thought. My hair is not naturally manageable nor is it straight. My hair requires hours of work to achieve manageability. As a girl, my parents were the guardians to my natural hair. I remember lying on the kitchen counter with my head in the sink. My father was so gentle with my hair as he stroked his fingers through my wet curls. He caressed my hair as though it were the most precious thing he ever held. Each wash left a clean mound of kinky, thick, dark hair on top of my head. Following the wash, my mother sat me between her knees and took a comb to my head. The cornrows that followed and the beads that were sewn to the ends of each braid were my signature look up until age twelve. By …show more content…

Although I gained courage, there were still obstacles to overcome. Heat damage destroyed my curl pattern. Months went by before I saw evidence of a kinky strand. It was in the absence of my once thick and kinky hair that I began to understand the intrinsic value of black hair. It is precious because it is unique to my culture; however, natural hair is also resilient because it can endure years of abuse and carelessness and bounce back. Although I am a proponent of all hair types, I manipulated mine to hide my true self and conform to a false ideology of “good hair”. In a desperate attempt to save myself from judgment and humiliation, I allowed other’s opinions to dictate the beauty of my natural hair. The events that mark my journey sparked a period of personal growth. I fell back in love with my hair. I replaced my flat iron with a soft, bristled brush, and my straightening chemicals with coconut oil. I began to heal my hair, which also helped to heal the wounds of insecurity and fear within me. Although I began my journey in pursuit of “good hair,” I realized that I was born with it. Hair is a defining characteristic of any culture, it is a source of identity that impacts how a person perceives herself, which is why I was self-conscience. However, my black hair is an authentic symbol of my culture as well as individuality. Currently, my hair is braided into a crown that wraps around

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