I was repeatedly warned by my You Tube goddesses. Their messages were clear for me to grow thick skin when I decided to cut my hair off. Well I’m here to report that they were absolutely correct. I’ve read so many scathing comments about Solange Knowles regarding her recent big chop and it’s disheartening to witness people (black folks in particular) pass judgment on her. She is clearly a beautiful woman. I’ve gotten the same negative feedback about returning to my roots, mostly from my male counterparts; my brothers. I’ve closed my eyes to the sneers, ignored the jeers, and refused to explain my decision of cutting the relaxer out my hair. It’s darn right shameful that the conception of beauty for many black people is for a woman to have long, straight tresses. It’s so narrow-minded. Beauty comes in various forms from the texture of your hair (natural or straightened) to the shape of your body (thin or thick); we are all created in God’s likeness. Our loveliness is limitless.
Back in the early 70’s, it was clearly an empowering movement for black men and women to sport afros in conjunction with celebrating their black pride. James Brown resonating song, “Say It Loud – I’m Black and I’m Proud” was the anthem about our racial equality. Afro picks with the black fist were a hot commodity; a definite keepsake if you could find one nowadays. So I’m naturally embracing my culture and the beauty of my hair. I stumbled across numerous pictures of my beautiful mother modeling her afro in various stages of her life. I feel so honored to be part of her and realized that I’m now emulating her looks from her earlier years. I even found some photos of myself with my afro puffs…rocking! I can tell she’s proud of my choices and her warmed-hearted compliments are dear to my heart. Her approval is the only one that matters to me. The naysayers can step to the left.