Personal Narrative: Controversy Hair In Elementary School

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

Pv2 Johnny. Correctional Essay on Importance of meeting the standards set by AR 670-1. A soldier is a professional and an expert at all times, Because of this his uniform haircut and general hygiene is held to a professional standard. AR 670-1 is the ruling of this standard in which every soldier must uphold to. A soldier is measured by his/her ability to do his job successfully, tactfully, and professionally. The key to doing a job as a professional is a professional appearance, none know this as much as the Army. In the Army, the regulation that dictates what to look like while on duty is the AR 670-1; this provides an SOP on what to wear and how to groom for both males and females alike. When a job is done for the Army, the soldier is

I was really upset with my doctor when he gave those bad news. I was too embarrassed to go to school because I was looked like a boy. When I went to school, I always wore a hat on my head, but then I realized that the school policy do not accept students to wear hats unless it’s for a religious purpose. When the principal called on me to take the hat off all the kids was shocked and surprised, they started laughing at me. I rushed to the restroom and never come out again until I called my mother to come pick me up. Unfortunately, my mother was at work she could not pick me up so I decided to walk back in class with my shaved head. While in class, I was not able to pay attention to the teacher. I was focused on myself and the kids that bothered me. I sat in the back row of the classroom so that no one can see me, but they kids find a way to come bother me at the back by throwing paper at me so I can get their attention. Before I was sick, I use to bother the kids make them cry, I use to take the kid Chap Stick and replace it with glue. Sometimes I would untied my frenemy shoelace and tied it to the chair so when they get up so she can fall. Since I was sick, it was a right time for them to get revenge on me and make me feel bad about myself laughing at my bald head looking like a boy. When it was lunch time, I was so scared to go outside to go get my food

In case you don’t know what dreads are, they are a hairstyle that looks like long noodles going down you head. Mines were very long, they went to my shoulders. At the time my mom was very poor, she was raising my five brothers and me. I am the middle child. I have two older brothers and two younger brothers. My mom was poor so I would never get my hair re-done on time. It would take me about a month late before I would get my hair done again. You could imagine how ridiculous I looked. When my hair looked ridiculous, I mean my hair looked ridiculous. My hair looked so frizzy. It looked like I had been electrocuted before school. Luckily, I had dreads because if I had any other hairstyle it would have been a lot worse. After you keep getting you dreads done for a while they would lock which means they couldn’t be unlocked after which means when I didn’t want them anymore I would have to cut them off with scissors and grow my hair back out all over again. Every time I got to school I would see people laughing at me and I was wondering why they were laughing at me. One day someone came up to me with her friends and would bully me and talk about my hair how ugly it looked and I had nothing to day but be sad about

The amount of fingers I have dodged growing up is more than one can only imagine. Living with curly hair in a straight hair society has been something I’ve dealt with all my life. As a young girl, my hair never struck me as anything different from anyone around me, hair was just hair. My peers were confused by my hair and tried touching it anytime they could. I vividly remember walking into my elementary school, with my curly fro, and being the center of attention. The more questions I received regarding my hair, the more aware I became that I was different. I grew up to despise my ringlets, and envy the straight silky hair all my peers seemed to have.

As an elementary school student, I did not have many friends. I had not been with my classmates since preschool, so I was an outsider from the start. Being so young and ignorant, I did not really see that I was bullied, disliked, and unwanted, however, as I became more mature I realized that these people I would spend 8 years of my life with looked for anything to nitpick, from my rupunzelesque hair to my love for drawing. Come middle school, I finally and completely understood the animosity, and still sat alone at lunch, worked alone in class, replied with silence to their words, and when I was even assaulted I did nothing more but shrug it off and try to ignore it. However, when I would come home in the evenings I would retreat to my bedroom where it would all hit me at once. The anguish led to rivers of tears, insomnia, low grades, a refusal to leave my home, and eventually even suicidal tendencies. My drawings became graphic, about suicide, loneliness, and the anger I felt. The school believed I had ADHD, my parents believed it was just a phase, but they were blinded by their own problems at the workplace.

Every morning, I make the decision of whether or not to wear my headscarf to school, where I am the sole teenager, among four hundred others, to do so. This was undoubtedly frightening the first few weeks of freshman year, bringing on obstacles, but it soon became integrated into my everyday routine. I throw it on everyday the same as I do with the rest of my clothing, not thinking twice about it. With this being normal to me, I constantly forget that it catches other’s eyes. Jumping through hurdles, I learned how to use what others saw as a disadvantage to my own advantage, enabling me to completely change my view about myself.

At some point in a woman's life, she is, if like most women, unhappy with her hair. A woman with straight hair wishes for curly ringlets. A woman with curly hair wants stick-straight locks. Thick and coarse desires to be fine and thinner. Fine and thin begs for thick hair.

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.

I'd like to say that I’m not the only teenager who thinks they have it all figured out by the time they’re in high school. Growing up in what I believe is probably the smallest town in Westchester, what’s "best" means: what everyone else is doing. So naturally, it wasn’t until I was going into my senior year that I realized - I may not have it all figured out.

Soft, soft bob hairstyle is low maintenance short little girl who will compliment any funny faces.

For children there are a handful of cute hairstyles. Some favorites of many parents, as they are very simple and easy to handle are haircuts and short peaks. Hairstyles these guys are great because they are shorter in length and easy to create, allowing children little interest in her hair. Spikes and crew cuts are cute looks for active young children as the little soccer players or soccer, and for the little chubby rascals, makes this aspect even cuter them.

Here is how I feel about dyed hair. I disagree with it and here is why. First, as mentioned in paragraph two it states it will cause kids to become distracted from their learning. Secondly, it is inappropriate to have unnatural hair colors in the school environment. Finally, I can agree to change your hair to another natural color, but colors like dark blue and hot pink. I don't get it is immature and ignorant. So that is why I disagree with changing your hair to unnatural colors.

With Spring here and Summer coming up fast, the temperatures are beginning to rise. Along with the heat brings the question: What to do with my hair? It can be easy to get caught up in just throwing your hair in a ponytail and walking out the door, but there are many easy styles you can do with just a beautiful scarf. Scarves can also brighten up any outfit with minimal effort.

If that was not enough to deal with, I also have red hair and freckles so I was constantly teased about my appearance. All this contributed to my own lack of self-confidence and a feeling that I was not as good as my peers.