I’ve always loved the sentiment behind the statement: “I am not my hair,” but even now, I don’t 100% agree.
If you were to respond: “Then what are you?” perhaps you would get a response like: “I am human,” or “I am *insert name*” I once heard a joke to those types of responses. “Humanity is your species and your name does not define who you are.” The punchline was intended to make answering the question of who you are impossible.
If you are not your hair then why do we care so much?
Of course I can accept that everyone is different. I can also accept not everyone cares. And of course it always important to look presentable – though this is debatable – you can ask yourself: “What is acceptable?” Then this post can ramble on…
I see my hair like I see my clothes. I care but I don’t care what you think. It is a reflection of myself and my personality. The better it looks the more patience I had that morning.
I AM my hair
I am in the ups and downs of each strand
Confident you will not leave me, despite my rebellion
I will not conform
I do not know the standard
Nor will I look them up
I stand strong against the testing winds of time
In the end there is only you and I
I decided to throw a few lines together to create that hair poem. I will possibly go back to that and work on it. For now it has served its purpose. I use poetry sometimes in place of prose to get things off my chest.
I will be updating you soon on what happened when I took my ‘kinky twist pick-and-drop braids’ out. It was not pretty.
Here is the vlog I did about it when the style was fairly new. I was getting used to it. Little did I know…
Till next time! xx