As I've said elsewhere, I bc'd twice, once in 1997, again in 2000. Both times, it was the same reason: going to school somewhere where there were no black people and not knowing how to take care of my own hair. The first time, at boarding school, I did it myself, and I felt free. I really didn't know what to do with it, so I put some gel on, and rocked the hell out of it. I wasn't confidant
inside, but I fronted. Black guys (at home and at school), for the most part, disliked it, but a handful actually
hated it, like,
viscerally. I truly believe that, even after I had grown my hair back out, and relaxed it again, they never felt the same about me, like a permanent bad taste in their mouths. I reached that conclusion, not as a result of my own feelings, but because there were two other girls on campus with TWA's too, totally different, we all ran in different cliques (loner/artsy/'popular'-ish,
), but that handful of guys were equally dismissive and/or derisive.
The second time, in 2000, I got it done in in a major East coast city, at a black salon (thank you, Jesus!) and they had barbers, so I was good, stylistically. The guys cutting hair did, however, give me a hard time about cutting off all my hair, finally conceding because I "have a pretty face." Me and my girls all lol'd at that like, would you not have cut my hair if I wasn't, you know, not as strong facially?
I have to say, I got a lot of love, and no, I am definitely no light-skinned; I am
quite brown. And when I say I got a lot of love, I
soooo mean it. Guys who never in a zillion, gabillion years would have holla'd when I had a perm: a hispanic guy friend who I'd been 'working on', unsuccessfully, for years; a light-skinned, light-eyed guy I didn't know who was oh-so-chivalrous. (To this day, I have never experienced such 'success'
with those sub-groups.) OTOH, when I got back to school, an Ivy (to echo what somebody mentioned a few pages back), it was a whole different story. Black guys were like, nah, I'm good. Therefore, so was I... I started dating a white guy around that time, he had noticed me from afar and asked a mutual friend to hook it up. Unbeknownst to me at the time, my sweetie of 8 yrs first saw me with that very same TWA. We didn't get together until later, but his interest had been piqued. And he's black, from Bk, but
before the time it was 'cool' to be natural.
I said all that to say, I get what people are saying about loving yourself how God made you. That's beautiful. But, sometimes, depending on your environment, it becomes
very,
very difficult to locate someone else to 'love you', if you know what I mean, ladies.