My hair, much like every other woman I know, has been my journey. Weaves were my ‘do of choice for the past 6 months. Before that it was a short pixie. Before that it was chemically relaxed and shoulder length. Before that it was long black braids.
This week, for the first time in a very long time, I took off the weave, didn’t bother to relax my hair and just let the kinkiness free flow. In all honesty, I was VERY apprehensive about just letting my hair be my hair. Not that I was afraid of what I might find. ‘Cause I was born with this hair. I know what it looks like. It was more because I was worried about what other people would think.
The realization that I cared enough about what other people thought to conceal one of the most beautiful parts of me was enough to compel me to make the decision to be happy with my nappy.
I walked into school on Wednesday morning and my secret was exposed. I felt naked. I trotted from class to class and thru the library and felt uncomfortable when people acknowledged it, but proud of myself for having the confidence to saunter around stark naked.
So if you see me walking around lower Manhattan, ipod blasting, with a smile on my face, just know that it’s not because of anyone else. I’m just walking around naked… and LOVING what God made.
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