Personal Narrative: I Love My Hair

I vaguely recall, at the age of 8, asking my physician: “Doctor, why do I look like this?” “Why don’t my friends have bald spots like me?” He looked at me with laser like precision and stated, “That is because you are different, and that is what makes you unique and special. Use it as your strength.” I was diagnosed with Alopecia Areata, a rare but benign condition in which the immune system assaults the hair follicles resulting in hair loss. Being diagnosed at such a young age was incredibly traumatic and became the foundation for psychosocial distress that followed me throughout my childhood and beyond.

Are you a coarse haired natural? I am and yes, I love my coarse hair. Do I ever get frustrated? Heck yeah. But after five years I’ve figured out how to take the good with the bad. Here’s my story.

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

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

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.

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.

The worst part was when I looked in the mirror. I hated what I saw. I felt like the Beast in Beauty and the Beast. I had been an attractive adolescent before. Now, all I saw was deformity. Huge, grotesque deformity. The right side of my face was swollen up to the size of a football, and I spoke with a lisp. My little brother looked at me like I was a monster. I felt like a

Considering the society’s obsession with our smartphones and our love of social media I am quite a bit surprised that apps dedicated to hair in general or even natural hair, in particular, are not much more popular. It has never once crossed my mind to look up an app to help with tracking my hair regimen or to help me find a stylist but now that I am aware that there are apps out there I am even a little shocked I didn’t think about this sooner. I feel like it should be a no-brainer so if you like me have never looked into using an app that might make your hair journey easier in some way, this article will be a wake-up call for you.

The time is 7:00 AM. I need to take a quick shower to get ready to school, but who’s going to do my hair? During my childhood, my life was unfortunates. My mom was working all day,and coming home late. We lived in the same house, we shared the same bed, the same bathroom and the same plates, but there was no closed conception between both of us, in other words her life too busy to teach me what I was doing wrong like many parents did. Assuming to myself, how cruel was the world? because she never has time for me. That is to say I was a bird flying without stooping to look for a home that wo bring me love in attention. During my days before schools I constantly did my own hair, watching YouTube and creating my own style with a brush and Rabanne.

Naturally, during adolescence, I decided to test my independence, forge new boundaries, and find my personality. My hair was no different.

Other times I desire to be like my brother, who doesn’t have to worry about his hair because nobody has ever told him that he needs too. To him, his image and how people perceive him is just an afterthought, but for me it's something that controls my every move. Unfortunately I take after my father, with hair as dark as the night and as thick has a book. I just wish that people didn’t look at me differently, or point and stare.

I get out of my bed, I dress up like five times to see what fits me, I put some socks because my feet are frozen as ice cream, I start straighten my hair, my hair it looks shiny as a diamond I go to the kitchen to eat some cereal, I take my sisters to the bus stop, I look at myself in the mirror and smile, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth I look at the time and I'm late for school, I’m walking to school, I see the beautiful sunrise, the sunrise it looks as a flower, I always think how the time is going so fast, I know is gonna be a good day.

I love doing my hair i get up two hours early just so i can do my hair no ponytails or braids i'm talking prom hair everyday with lots of curls and millions of bobby pins my friends tease me about it like why would anyone wear that kind of hair with a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt I don't mind infact i say why not have an awesome pair of jeans and a sweatshirt .

I had a haircut today, at the downtown thrift barbershop as usual. The reason I go there is because I like its typical atmosphere. I remember there was a middle-aged man walked his dog into the shop when I was having my haircut this afternoon . “Hi, Bobby!’ every hairdresser said to that dog. Bobby nodded his head in response. At that moment, I think this place feels like