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“Girl Is You Crazy!!!”
(Purposeful use of “Is” LOL)
That is exactly what I ask myself when I think about how long my natural transition was. You see, my last relaxer was in December 2007. However, my “real” natural journey did not start until two years later. I stopped getting my hair relaxed for a couple of reasons. The main reason was that I had moved to a new place and wasn’t familiar with the salons in the area. I moved to a highly Hispanic populated area in PA and black stylist were not a regular that you saw everyday. I also got tired of doing the kitchen beautician method of relaxing my own hair as I am sure that I over processed the MESS out of it! I always wanted to experiment with being natural, but never had the guts to do it.
Joking around, TRYING to be funny, I told someone they looked like Susan Boyle. Not to mention, she was a Black woman that had no features to resemble her. She really took offense and said that, I looked like a field slave with my nappy hair.
I don’t know about yal, but it really hurt my feelings. The whole situation had me lost for words. I think it hurt mainly because, I don’t look at my friends in terms of light skin and dark skin. It also left me with many questions on the mindset of people within 2010. Would it be better if I looked like a house slave? Honestly, to be a descendant of any slave shows the strength and determination that is within our blood. The Thirteenth Amendment abolished slavery in 1865, 145 years ago. I am proud, in this short time, ‘we as a people’ have advanced, however…‘We as a people’ still have stragglers with a “slave mentality”. They say things like, “She’s pretty for a dark skin girl.”
They opened this new place called Noodles and Company near my job. For lunch I decided to go to get some pad thai noodles, yum. There was this Black lady behind me in line. I admired her wrap. It was perfectly draped down to her chest. It was so thick, and healthy looking. I wondered how beautiful her natural hair would be.
She then asked a male friend, “So what did you think of Sasha’s hair today?”
“I don’t know, it was alright just not my type of thing,” the guy explained.
I remember my mom telling me about my grandmother’s hair. Born on the tiny island of Grenada, my great grandmother was a lady of East Indian decent. I don’t care what Black person you speak to, they always have a story of how they are not 100% Black. They are mixed with….just fill in the blank. My mom told me how black, soft and long my grandmother’s hair was, and how she wished she had her mom’s hair! My mom’s hair was always short, light brown, and got even lighter with the summer’s sun. With age, my grandmother’s hair remained soft but short, and kinky at the roots. My grandmother always loved when I would put curlers in her hair. One by one she would hand me the paper, curler and cap. It was our special bonding routine.