My Life Of My Hair Essay

There has been a notable amount of conversation on the internet on the rebirth of the natural hair movement. Cherise Luter (2014) states that despite afros and the natural hair movement not being a new concept (i.e. the Black Power Movement), it has gone under what she calls a “refreshing change”. Furthermore, what used to be “I’m black and I’m proud”, has been replaced with “I’m me and I’m proud” (Luter 2016). So, what is the natural hair movement? It is defined as a movement where black women decide to not conform to the social norms of chemically altering their hair and wearing it in its natural, kinky, or curled state (Joignot 2015). The movement could also be considered as an outlet for black women to display their racial and cultural pride or to articulate their “political position (Brown 2014:297). However, simply the terminology “movement” is something that should be shocking to many. There is a great amount of historical context behind the continuous influence Eurocentric beauty ideals have had on black women for centuries. According to Nadia Brown (2014), Black natural hair throughout history has proven to be recognized as “either unintended or intended personal and political statements” (298). the beauty standard in Western society which praises European hair textures, has influenced many black women to be critical of other black women who choose to chemically straighten their hair, accusing them of being subservient to the dominant and pervasive racist

In the sixth grade, I realized that I looked different. The years before had hinted that I was ugly and different, but it became confirmed in my head by this time. It was the 60's, and all the other kids had long, straight, and flowing hair. Then there was my hair, fluffy, wiry, kinky, and when I tried to grow it long, it grew out, not down like all the others I saw. The other kids had beautiful, long, straight hair that laid down in which I admired, but my hair fluffed out like a ball. When in the 2nd grade, one of the ladies in the Fountain told mom she could fix my hair cute, and she cut my hair to be 2 inches all over. This haircut was the beginning of my nightmare about how I looked. Can you imagine a round-faced girl, with a ball

As a little girl, my hair was always down. My grandmother would basically have to fight me, in order to braid my hair. I believed my hair deserved to be loose and free. Even after a bad haircut, that earned me the nickname of Dora among my fifth grade classmates, I still felt comfortable with my triangle shaped hair.

Summer is here and we couldn’t be more excited! However, as much as we love summer, no one likes hair getting stuck to their wet sticky foreheads. This is a very uncomfortable situation. Hence, we are here with 10 hairstyles that you can rock this summer and avoid the uncomfortable situations of pounds of hairs mixed with the summer heat!

Sophomore year of high school, I needed a change. I decided to cut off six inches of my hair off. I was no longer the girl who hid behind her hair, I was ‘edgy.’ Even though I love my new short hair cut, there’s not much that can be done with short hair. Therefore, when my brother was planning to get married

So, constantly wearing protective styles that do not allow you to keep your hair moisturized and clean could raise health concerns. It is best not to wear the protective style no longer than two months. This will allow you to trim your dead and split ends. You should always use hair scissors. Paper-cutting or dull scissors can cause split ends and that will defeat the purpose of trimming your ends.

Natural Hair to black women is important because it is so unique and cultural. It is the one thing that society cannot strip away from African-American women. In the journal of In Conversations on Black Hair: A Response to the Fifth

Have you ever been through a journey faced with complications that lead you through frequent steps that can occasionally make you want to give up? I decided to do my capstone project on The Journey of Natural Hair, mainly focusing on the selections of afro-textured portions throughout my project. A journey of natural hair is a route you take along with your hair as you encounter different changes and ideas pertaining to your hair. The Natural hair journey technically starts when you are born because everyone is born with different varieties of natural hair. My reason for choosing such a topic is because it is something I can relate to. I have also experienced many of the common stages along my natural hair journey. This topic stands out to me and is something I enjoy talking and learning about. I understand that many aren’t able to self-experience a journey of natural curls which varies with race and background. Exposures to chemicals such as hair relaxers can permanently change the texture of the relaxed portion of hair. As I research further into my subject I hope to learn how certain things can manipulate the hair. I also seek to learn new things the journey has prepared as it continues step by step. I can achieve this by gaining more knowledge about natural/afro-textured hair through others experiences and studies on it.

I’d shrunk from a waist of 36 to a 32 and sprouted from 5’4 in height to 5’10 which was taller than most boys in my grade. I still wasn't ripped like the Hollister models, but I began to grow in self-confidence which was the importance of the my journey through school . I began to care less about what others possessed that I didn't and spent more time appreciating what I naturally had all along. I can't swim, but I'm a good long distance runner. I’m not the best athlete, but I have a 4.0 GPA. Also I don't have the most expensive material to wear, but I have a keen sense of fashion that sets trends from the simplicity of thrift stores. I suppose my newly discovered confidence proved to be a success, because shortly after my realization a nice young lady felt compelled to be my girlfriend. After some sessions of texting, it became an offer I couldn't decline. In the midst of understanding myself, I began to think of the quote my grandmother use to recite by Malcolm S. Forbes which stated,“Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.” when I decided to place less value upon what I wasn't and appreciate what I was. I found out I wasn't missing anything all

It may be hard to believe, but I wasn’t always this bald and beautiful. I, like many other young men, was a victim of a vicious receding hairline. Me being so young, I fell victim to a plethora of cruel jokes, I mean let’s face it, not many sixteen-year-old girls swoon over a young boy with the hairline like their fathers. I was constantly ragged on by family, friends, strangers, and anyone else with a working pair of eyes. Thus, I grew to be very self-conscious about my hairline, or lack thereof. Then that all changed one day with a mirror and a razor. Looking back at it, I can’t help but laugh and smile when I think about the days when all I wanted was a full head of hair.

After having been compared to my brother for so long, our differences in athleticism being the greatest among us, I finally was free to be my own person for no longer was I forced to fit into this preconceived idea of what I should look like, and eventually, surpassing this "standard" my physique was held to. Among other changes, my most gratifying moment was when I bought all new clothes, for I had dropped from an XL in shirt size to an S, and my pants went from a 38 inch inseam to a 31 inch inseam. I still have my largest pair of pants I ever wore, as a memento to remind me how far I have actually come, overcoming both the physical obstacles I had placed in front of myself, and the mental obstacles society's standards had placed in front of

Don't ask what business an Indian girl with my hair had getting a white American pageboy 'do. It was wrong, I realize that now. But I remember after getting that cut, my hair began to freely express her emotions and moods. It was like she had woken from a long, deep slumber. Maybe it was the shorter length, maybe it was a natural development phase. It's not clear why she chose to stage her debut at that point. But one thing was clear, she was not going to do whatever I wanted her to.

Here, there, everywhere, all I see is more hair. Wild and untamable like a jungle, running freely all over me. Dark as the night, contrasting with my porcelain skin. Sure, I did start the bold brows trend, but that was short lived. While I look like a wildebeest, my mother resembles a Sphynx cat. Sometimes, I wish I looked like her, not having to care about wearing shorts or going down to the beach.

They’re no words to describe my daily struggles. Except for one thing that gets me everyday, I attempt but never succeed. I’ll be ready to go and I look in the mirror and say why me? Each day the opportunity has come constantly for me to buckle down and just get it over with. Who knew fixing your hair could be such a hassle?

Today everyone is long, thick and strong hair wants. But you know, when our hair, our hair's outer layer is Damage become lifeless and dry. There are several reasons for