In the strife, our mothers supported us how best they knew they can and as for us? We teared silently as our scalps were pulled from the East coast to the West coast, thereafter came the what we used to call "hair kit," basically a bunch of white and gel like chemicals(smelled horrible by the way) that would strip all those bouncy curls that made a beautiful afro and magically change it into unbelievably straight, shiny and gelly hair. Our hair was literally being fried up into something that it was definitely not. I have been a part of that cycle since I was 5 years old and I have seen atleast two and a half decades since then! I am even excruciated coming to this realisation.
You know the essence of growing up is to learn and my learning curve recently led me to start genuine self care. The natural hair journey was one of those moves that made me feel anew! I was both excited and shadowed with fear about it, the only thing that sailed me through to the decision, was the fact that I love a good challenge. Now, I am noticing how much time I lost not developing a relationship with this beautiful kind, how my scalp had been bleeding out in agony for so long, how this part of my health has been overlooked for so long.
I see now that beauty is as bold as those statement bouncy curls! Beauty is as diverse as the different hair textures that co-exist on one head. Beauty is as fluid as the hundreds of hair styles this natural hair can pull off. Beauty is as nourishing as hair that recognises the beauty in eating foods from mother nature! Beauty is as resilient as the coiled up hair strands that might take a little while but always push to regrow and surface on that scalp inspite of the chemical or endless chopping we might subject it to. I know better now but maan! my hair's been so fried!! And now it feels like homecoming.
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