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Truuuuue!
Does anyone else feel as though their hair represents them? I'm having a bit of a time deciding exactly who I am, what I want to be, and where I want to fit in, but my hair is the one thing that keeps me grounded, but high at the same time. My hair can be whatever it wants to be with no questions, pretensions, or hesitations. And I became so grateful for the person I am and how much expression and confidence my hair is drawing out of me!
I saw a girl at some ole nasty-*** carnival on the boardwalk yesterday and I couldn't help but stare. She was black (out of maybe 20 black people on the whole dang beach) and hung out with white people. Nothing strange. But her thick hair was flat ironed within an inch of her life, stiff, broken off, and she had (the nerve) some clip in pieces of red hair and managed to fashion some kind of wonky ponytail in the middle of the back of her head.
erplexed Top that off with painfully obvious colored contacts. I could understand that she was assimilating into her surroundings, but what good is just blending in? I think she would've fit right in, personality-wise, but still have been alluringly unique if she didn't try to look so much like them and maintained healthy hair, mostly. (It's the hair I'm getting at here. No group is worth THAT much damage.)
But then I saw that same thing with my two younger cousins. They live in a predominantly white area. When they were younger, they had gorgeous masses of thick, soft, curly 3B hair. Now, not so soft, not so thick and they flat iron everyday with a flat iron that has cracked plates. One of them also gets relaxers, but swears that when her hair gets wet, it'll be curly. Wrong.
Not to put my cousin on blast, but her little side ponytail was a HAM. The older of the two, however, misses the hair of yesteryear and has vowed not to get anymore relaxers and her thick curls are coming back! But I realize that they're just trying to fit in with their surroundings - who can blame them? I'm sure that once they get older, they're realize that appearance doesn't matter as much as they think it does. They can fit in with whomever they want (and hopefully they'll be people worth knowing) and not sacrifice the beautiful hair on their heads.
I'm so glad I grew up around mostly white, black, and asian people. I got a healthy dose of diversity and didn't feel pressured to fit into any one group, since none of them were the dominant ones. We could all more or less do our own thing and still seamlessly switch "groups." But this was in middle school. I miss the simplicity of childhood.
Truuuuue!
Does anyone else feel as though their hair represents them? I'm having a bit of a time deciding exactly who I am, what I want to be, and where I want to fit in, but my hair is the one thing that keeps me grounded, but high at the same time. My hair can be whatever it wants to be with no questions, pretensions, or hesitations. And I became so grateful for the person I am and how much expression and confidence my hair is drawing out of me!
I saw a girl at some ole nasty-*** carnival on the boardwalk yesterday and I couldn't help but stare. She was black (out of maybe 20 black people on the whole dang beach) and hung out with white people. Nothing strange. But her thick hair was flat ironed within an inch of her life, stiff, broken off, and she had (the nerve) some clip in pieces of red hair and managed to fashion some kind of wonky ponytail in the middle of the back of her head.
erplexed Top that off with painfully obvious colored contacts. I could understand that she was assimilating into her surroundings, but what good is just blending in? I think she would've fit right in, personality-wise, but still have been alluringly unique if she didn't try to look so much like them and maintained healthy hair, mostly. (It's the hair I'm getting at here. No group is worth THAT much damage.)But then I saw that same thing with my two younger cousins. They live in a predominantly white area. When they were younger, they had gorgeous masses of thick, soft, curly 3B hair. Now, not so soft, not so thick and they flat iron everyday with a flat iron that has cracked plates. One of them also gets relaxers, but swears that when her hair gets wet, it'll be curly. Wrong.
Not to put my cousin on blast, but her little side ponytail was a HAM. The older of the two, however, misses the hair of yesteryear and has vowed not to get anymore relaxers and her thick curls are coming back! But I realize that they're just trying to fit in with their surroundings - who can blame them? I'm sure that once they get older, they're realize that appearance doesn't matter as much as they think it does. They can fit in with whomever they want (and hopefully they'll be people worth knowing) and not sacrifice the beautiful hair on their heads. I'm so glad I grew up around mostly white, black, and asian people. I got a healthy dose of diversity and didn't feel pressured to fit into any one group, since none of them were the dominant ones. We could all more or less do our own thing and still seamlessly switch "groups." But this was in middle school. I miss the simplicity of childhood.
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