Black Women Hair: Hair Turned into a Canvas, a Statement, and Sometimes...a Powerhouse
There I was, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, scissors in one hand and hair oil in the other. It was the middle of the night (as all great hair decisions are made), and I was staring at my reflection with the intensity of an artist about to tackle a blank canvas.
"Why not" I whispered to myself; It's just hair. 😆
That's the thing about Black women's hair it's a living, breathing symbol of who we are and everyone knows it ( we set the cultural trends). Some days, it's a bold declaration of confidence with bright colors. Other days, it's tied up in a protective style because, honestly, we just want peace, don't give a fuck, and need low maintenance.
But this time? This time, I was going for something different.
Hair is my playground. I've dyed it blue just because braided it into micro braids, and even was late for class for a hair appointment with my Ma ( only happened once okay maybe twice) but I passed the class with an A; so get over it!
Anyways...
Every style has a story. Like the time I cut my hair super short and dyed it hot red ( Keyshia Cole red) for prom or the big afro Jerry curled hair for a sew-in that screamed, " Yes, I've finally mastered it!"...Hair isn't just hair, it's an evolving autobiography that tells the world where we've been and where were going.
Ah, wash day.
It's not just a routine; it's a full-body experience; and if you think I'm lying ask any black woman. The smell of the conditioner, the soothing scalp massage, girl talk, the sound of the detangling brushes; it's therapy, okay! I mean sure it takes half the day, but by the end, we feel like a new person.
Except when the twist or curls don't hold up. Then, we're frustrated.
If you're a Black woman, you know the journey of figuring out your hair is never-ending. One day, it's a masterpiece. The next, it's a mystery you'll never solve. But through all the ups and downs, one thing remains true: My hair is my crown, my rebellion, my peace, and my joy all at once.
So, to every Black woman out there rocking a bun, an afro, a weave, locs, or bald: Wear it proudly. Even when it's frizzy. Even when it's not cooperating, because our hair is more than just hair; it is art, its identity, and sometimes...it's a hilarious story we'll laugh at later
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