I posted the snap of me with my hair brushed out some weeks ago. I wanted my friends to see the difference a brush makes. All too often, they think my curly hair remains curly. Some people don’t understand why I look at them enviously as they brush their hair in the middle of the day. Sure, if I worked at a place where my brushed out hair was perceived as professional, maybe I could do that. However, my mid-day hair brushing friends and I work at the same place and I get to sit by and watch them deal with their tangles johnny on the spot. I. I have to wait until I get home and can tame the beast of tangles by creating an entirely different beast. Such is my hair.
I’ve learned to love my hair. After years of trying to hide the curls with relaxers, fancy products, and buns – I have learned. Yes, I’m jealous of people who can ride in a car with the windows down and do nothing more than brush out the wildness. I still get angry when I brake a brush or pull bristles. That does not get in the way of me accepting my hair. Curls, frizz, pouf factor and all.
So, why the second picture? If I’m SOOoo comfortable with my natural hair, why the slick do? Well, my sweet natural hair, I like a little change. Where some might use curls and waves to create some drama, I go straight to my stylist for some heated straightening. I’m not trying to hide from you, my precious mess. I am not embarrassed by you. Getting my hair straightened occasionally actually means the opposite. It means I sport my hair naturally so often, straight is a change. I rock you out most of the time. A girl (this one) needs change occasionally. Nothing permanent and forever, just something for a little while.
That’s all I have for you natural hair. I don’t want you to feel slighted, unloved, or put aside. If anything, all the straightness reminds me of the versatility you’ve given me. You could be curly or straight. You don’t make my mood, but I can sure use you to accentuate it. Thanks natural hair! I appreciate all the love and strength you have given me.