As I was trolling around my Goo.gle Reader and I came across this article that was featured at Racialicious. This story is the story of so many women who, after years and years of relaxing or texturizing their hair because they were wrongly told they had ‘bad hair’, realize that God blessed them with one of the best things on earth: nappy hair.
An extremely precocious little girl, even under a big hair dryer, I could hear the beautician commenting to her clients, if my mother was out of earshot, “Oooh, that baby’s hair was SO nappy!” The stylist would jokingly wipe her brow as if she had just moved heaven and earth to smooth out my kinks. I retained those observations in my head, but never gave it much consideration, until I was about 12 years old and I heard a beloved aunt remark, “She’s such a pretty girl, but it’s a shame she’s got that nappy-for-no-reason hair.” That was the moment the awful truth was seared into my heart — I have “bad” hair. From that moment on, I dedicated myself to never being caught nappy.
I’ve had experiences like that at hair salons I frequented as a teenager. My hair was never good enough for anything, except for super strength perm and a day of pain. I don’t know if hairdressers realize how damaging talk like that can be to a young girl’s self-esteem. If I could speak to all young Black women, one of the things I’d share with them is how beautiful they are just as they are – nappy and happy. Read the entire article here.