Lockless Lady I Am

I cut my hair again today. It hurt my feelings for about five minutes. I love my natural hair texture now, so I hate having to cut it all the way down and almost start all over again. I think I left an inch on there. It's the height that Whitney Houston's hair was when she released her first album. 

Why'd Timiarah Camburn Cut Her Hair?

No, I'm not a feminist, and I don't have "a secret to tell you" about my orientation. I lose a lot of hair in the crown area, so it always ends up being severely uneven. This has been going on for many years. I don't think I'll be able to have the hairstyle I want (high afro) because I don't think the problem is going to go away. However, I do think that I can learn to rock a short style eventually. 

Enter: Random High School Memory

I remember this girl in high school named J. I think her hair caught on fire just like Micheal Jackson's did in the 1984 Pepsi commercial.

I could be wrong, though.  She could have had a cancer, or she may have just botched a haircut. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I do remember that the situation forced her to wear short hair. The students in my school tortured that poor girl. They laughed at her and said all types of rude things to make her cry. One of the kids who made fun of her was the same one that said the N-word to a pedestrian as they were giving me a ride home from school. 


The car got real quiet. P looked at me and said..."You know what I mean," as if there was an alternate way for me to take P calling one of my people a n***er. I know exactly what P meant. P meant the same thing that every other white person means when they use that word. 


That was one of the most insightful times of my life. It was a time when I first learned that some of my "best friends" and fellow academically talented students didn't really like people of color. We just happened to be integrated and such, but when it came down to it, they made fun of us and called us names. 

Anyway, J ended up buying a wig because she couldn't take the torture. Guess what? They made fun of her for that too. See, if you're a black woman in America, you're condemned by this society if you wear your natural hair, and you're condemned by this society if you wear weaves, perms, wigs, and so forth. You just can't win here, so you know what you have to do? You have to do what makes you happy, and do what makes you feel good about your culture. 

I used to hate my natural hair because of the way people treated me in school. Now, I wish I could grow a full-out afro like I used to be able to do when I was younger. Life is too short for all that nonsense. Forget the haters. Girl, get your afro on!

As for me, I'm about to watch some videos to learn how to shape up the back properly. The local barbers will probably be irritated just like the local mechanics are, but a girl with limited financial resources must be handy and studious. I have to do it myself. If I ever come across a large sum of money, maybe I'll pamper myself with a suite of beauty salon services. At this time, I have do everything by myself. 

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