Personal Narrative: My Hair

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

Chris Rock’s documentary, Good Hair, investigates the notion of what good hair is. Dominant society views good hair as straight or essentially caucasian hair. This is not only problematic to the self-esteem and confidence of black women, but it can also cause black women to appropriate Asian culture. Black women unfortunately take advantage of Asian culture in search of what society believes is good hair. Many black women wear weaves in order to align to what society believes is good hair. However, when they buy this hair, they do not realize what Asians go through. Likewise, Asians who give up their hair do not know where or who this hair will be going to. Thus, this desire for good hair further perpetuates the lack of understanding that black

3 samples of hair are picked from 3 suspects that maybe the murderer of Mr.Mowder. Another sample of hair was extracted from the crime scene left by the killer. Under the microscope, 4 samples of hair were observed. Sample A or Schwab’s hair sample was light brown, wide, had a presence of medulla, and dark shadings on both sides of the hair. Sample B or Clark’s hair was darker, thinner than Suspect A’s, and still had presence of medulla.The shading was uneven on the sides. Sample C or Klotz’s hair was light blonde or grey, wide, had no presence of medulla, and no shading. Finally the hair sample found on the body of Mr.Mowder was light brown, wide, had presence of medulla, and dark shading on the sides. Sample C was widely different from the other hair samples due to its color. Samples B, C and the victim hair are more similar due to it’s

I had long, curly hair in elementary school and was very attached to it. My hair was how most people would identify me, but one day while my sister was babysitting I got lice from one of the children. After finding that out my mom was forced to shave my head. Many children were unimaginably cruel to me because I had to wrap my head in a bandana. While presenting in front of the class one day someone ran up and pulled it off my head; that incident brought on one of the most embarrassing times in my life. Having to deal with constant bullying started to turn me into a very angry person. Instead of crying when I was made fun of I would fight the person making fun of me. Having to deal with the constant torture from others at a young age made

The 5th graders kept taking me from my owner as she was walking down the aisle,

Through the natural hair movement, I have accomplished the act to love my natural hair and to let it be known to any one who cares to listen. In fact, going natural has ended up being an extremely significant for me and I have met many naturals during the time I have spent growing my hair out. It feels great to have had the experience to share my story, to gain from other's stories, and to distribute this information so that more women can have acceptance of this information that can enable them and change their lives, as it has

I admire the author of this reflection, because many of the statements relate with my past experiences. I am also a dark-skin African American female. While growing up I was lead to believe that lighter complexion was more attractive as well as straight hair. I remember the dreadful Sundays spent in our kitchen getting my hair pressed by my mother. I used to love the look of freshly straighten hair. I remember hating the process of getting my hair straight and wished my hair was more like my white classmates. Once I was old enough my mother permed my hair and I recall liking the fact that the chemical made my hair much more manageable. It was at an early age that I learned about textures and thought certain hair was considered good hair

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.

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 first discovered I was black after my freshman year in high school; at the age of 15, I learned to embrace my blackness. Throughout grade school, I found myself trying to conform to the crowd in ways different from the other teenagers in my school. After my move to Brentwood, a place where it is predominately white and Hispanic, it became clear to me as a child that my black assets were not glorified as those of a white or Hispanic individual. While my friends focused on having the latest fashionable clothing and shoes throughout elementary school and middle school, I was more concerned about looking like my friends that had straight or curly hair. It seemed to be the “norm” to have very straight or curly hair that was easy to manage, and easy to put in several hairstyles.

You are probably wondering who I am but, when you finish reading this you may figure it out. I suppose if you want to find out you better start reading to find out!

I used to hate my hair. I used to hate how it looked every time I would woke up in the morning. Whenever I brushed or didn’t brush it, and especially how it would turn into tiny balls of hair on my head.

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.