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Natural hair.
Natural....hair.
Thick, brown strands that twist and turn..kink and coil..in a direction and pattern of its own that come together to create MY natural.
But natural does not mean beautiful..at least not in the eyes that you look through..
It is not only your ignorance that blinds you of the beauty but society's standards that also influence you.
Because at some point in time, the ladder to success could only be climbed...no matter what industry...business, medicine, education, design...only by those with hair so fine.
Straightened, relaxed, chemically altered to be given a look so unnatural just to avoid my job application from getting declined.
But I won't forget I was once that girl...
No recognition of my beautiful curls..
Straight, brown strands that hung down and laid flat. The flat iron frying while my curls hung there dying. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like my hair straight.
But the day I ran my hands through my destroyed strands and chose to cut away at the damage and defeat...to reveal the exquisiteness of my natural crown......they said I must've lost my damn mind.
Because it was not only about a socially accepted style that would get me my job but also the fact that any black girl with hair past her shoulders is a lucky one with good hair.
I won't dare get into that topic...but for now, my hair is short and it is curly and it is natural.....it is not a problem that needs to be fixed nor must it be tamed to become manageable. Nope, that's one of society's tricks.
I will wear my hair as it grows out of my head.
Because I only see beauty in these strands and I don't care what anybody else says..
This is my natural.
My natural hair.