Personal Narrative: Just Hair

I am my hair. A shoulder length pile of sun-kissed waves, kinks, and ringlet ends. Breakage, split ends, dryness, and kinky roots. There is a myriad of textures, some natural, some “chemically enhanced.”  My identity and growth are tied directly to my curly hair; struggles and feelings of uniqueness are woven through each strand. When I realized I had curly hair, everything changed.

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

Smoke is a bit like Blizzard. But less tall. But she's also a calm strength. She has to wear glasses because she's struggling with too bright lights and the look of the others. She has trouble controlling her gifts too. One day, she turned my power against me, while I had just remove her glasses to play. It hurt. I didn't say anything to Claire. She had not do it on purpose.

It was funny that, when together, no matter their age, even grown men reverted to the discussions of horny teenage schoolboys, when alone, and discussing a woman. The moment Dan had kicked off his shoes, removed the glass from his friend's hand, and relaxed in one of the leather chairs, Jarrod had began to question him. Who was she, how old was she, what did she look like, how was her body, how dhd did she react, did she know what she was in for, and more."

Adventuring with new hair styles has always been fun for me, because I never like having the same style for too long. When timed arrived to register for classes my sophomore year, a new dual enrollment cosmetology was available for 10th graders and up. Only ten people who requested the class were chosen out of over 500 students, thankfully I was blessed to be one of the ten. This was the life changer that I never saw coming. Going into the class I only wanted to learn how to braid better, but in the end, I came to love to do all types of hair and spa services. I continued to undergo the course for two years. Unfortunately, I was unable to finish the course work considering the information that was given to me at the beginning of the class,

In the year 2000, my vision was to open a Natural Hair Salon which would nurture and grow natural hair. It is of great pleasure for me to see that 15 years later my vision is alive and well. I am very proud of us, natural women, for keeping the Natural Hair movement alive. I encourage all who have yet to join the Natural Hair movement, to join us. You will love it!

How many people do you know in the world who can be picked out of a crowd just by their hair? Not many. I just happen to be one of those people. My hair is a large, frizzy mess of curls which is very hard to tame. I have a face that is dotted with freckles in the summer. While most people tan, I freckle! My height is an outstanding 5 foot and 4.25 inches. The life of heels and stools is one in which I shall live. I have one sister, Brianna. She is 11 years old and one of the biggest pains in my life but I love her anyway. Shelly and Chris Boyk are my parents, they are very supportive in everything that I do. I used to have a fish, his name was Kristoff, after Anna’s love interest in Frozen. Last year, I got to go on a once in a lifetime

She had red hair. And she was young, and I think she was slender, probably fair skinned, but I am not sure. All I remember is her red hair. It was not actually red, not like a fire extinguisher, but softer, orangey with blonde tones.

It felt as though my heartbeat was synced to the constant ticking of the clock. The raw odour of my auburn coloured hair was floating around my nose. Teal and I’s two year anniversary was coming up and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit antsy. “If you don’t have your work in before tonight 5pm, You’ll have a detention with me on Monday. Enjoy your weekend

She was walking at her normal walking rate: very fast like she was in a hurry (she always is). She loved walking except when it was raining. She was pissed off because she hates when a little bit of water falls to her head. Every time the rain got to her hair, it became like an afro. I know this because when she had to wait some time she would tell me stories about her hair. When she got to the dry cleaning and with her normal voice, which is the loudest voice I´ve ever heard, she began talking. Because she was in a hurry she wanted things to be ready at the precise moment because she remembered she had to deliver some papers at the other side of town. Maybe Mrs. Ana thinks that she is talking just to herself, the truth is that she talks alone

Hey Everyone! I hope that you guys are having a great week! Mine has been very productive between school and planning what I am bringing to my friends baby shower this weekend! So today I wanted to get on and talk about the makeup that I use everyday! These are my go to products, as well as newer products that I have used that are now apart of my everyday makeup life. Maybe in the near future I will do a everyday make up tutorial on my YouTube channel. I am going to try to do these in order to how I apply them.

Just as normal, I started my day off in a mundane fashion. I woke up via alarm clock, of course after a couple of presses of the snooze button, and I got up. I wasn’t what some would call a “morning person,” but I needed a fair amount of primping before I could go to school looking presentable, so I begrudgingly woke up at 6:30 a.m. to put on my face, do my hair, and pick out a worthy outfit. To top it off, I took a swig of whiskey and stuffed the bottle into my bag, at the bottom where no one would see it. “I love you, Mom! Love you, Dad!” I shouted, because sometimes, though rare, they would slip into the house during the night. They were never there, but when I was younger, I made it a habit to say goodbye just in case. I was trying to stop

I was ready to turn around and say something. In the middle of class they started talking about us, same old thing. Hair is too stringy, clothes are ugly, or that jewelry looks cheap. I was so sick of hearing it. I turned around and I told her that she needed to be quiet. You’ve been doing this for the past week and a half and we’re tired of it. Just because my friends hair looks stringy doesn’t mean that you should talk about it. Its not like it looks bad because it doesn’t, it looks cute. And my clothes, so what if they’re ugly to you, I like them and I think they show who I am. You’re not the one who is going to be wearing them, so don’t worry about what they look like. You need to quit making fun of other people just to make yourself look better. After that she and her friends never said anything about my clothes, or my friend’s hair.

For my culminating, I was definitely confused as to where I wanted to go with it. My head said writing, but my heart was called out to a large piece of canvas as I perused the dollar store aisles, and so it was decided, and my piece was born. I originally started with a very simple sketch, a very ambiguous looking person with long black hair, a very solemn look, and the many keywords I associate with the class painted on their chest and neck. Eventually I incorporated the idea of having the colours of the medicine wheel (a teaching we had discussed in class) as the person’s hair in order to add some vibrance to a generally very dark painting. I chose to leave the eyes white, because not only did it add a contrast to the painting, but it added

A tone of condescension was evident in her voice, but quickly I shrugged it off, and with her invitation, I didn’t hesitate to leave.