When I was growing up, I’d always imagined myself with straight hair. Actually more specifically, I imagined myself as a black Mocha Chino look-a-like. For a majority of my childhood, that was my ideal of what it meant to be cool, so every time a holiday came up, my birthday passed, or I grew tired of getting a numb-behind after hours of sitting as my mom’d do my hair, I’d ask to get my hair straightened. However, as I’ve gotten older and had more experience with my hair, I’ve strived towards a new ideal…
So admittedly, I didn’t suddenly wake up one day and decide that straight was no longer the style for me… Throughout the past few years, I’ve tried everything from twists to buns, searching on websites, many of which I’m sure have spammed my computer, for “the look”. The truth is nothing was working for me, I was always looking for the style that would make me prettier or more popular, that would make me the envy of the natural-haired girls and a competitor among my straight-haired classmates. A good portion of the time, I’d just twist my hair and throw it into a scrunchie, believing that the next week or month or year, that I’d come to school and wow all the other kids. I’d let them see how beautiful my hair really was. This summer I got that chance.
After months of product-jumping, I was going to get the style that would finally allow me to show off my natural curls. So about three months ago, I went to the Hair Rules Salon. I felt pampered, as the stylists strutted throughout the salon, and as Mr. Dickey himself worked with his clientele, I felt a change in myself. As the women ran their hands through my curls, and told me of the world after the salon chair, the promises of the gallant locks that would fall from my head to my shoulders, I was in awe.
Until my hair was done. I was nervous, where were my big curls, my waves? Why didn’t I look like all the girls I had seen online? Although my hair did look great after getting the look I had been asking for, well, the past year, it wasn’t until I got the approval of my father, my band mates, my grandmother, uncle, step-mom, and even my seven year old brother, who mind you probably cared little about what style my hair was in, that I felt secure.
So a new hairstyle didn’t change much for me. Today, when I put my head on the bus window to rest my eyes, I still smudge the window; as I run to the bus to get to school, the wind still remolds my hair; when I forget to put my aloe vera juice in the fridge, it still spoils; when I open my umbrella anywhere near my head, my hair still gets caught; and as I learned this past week, when I put on my velcro band gloves, my hair still will manage to get snagged. What I’m saying is that my wash n’ go didn’t change much for me. While I did learn a lot from my visit to the Hair Rules Salon, in terms of how to take care of my hair, I also learned that there is no perfect hairstyle, there are no hair gods, and your hair is not ruled by fortune, fate, and anything in between.
So now I’m more open to trying new hairstyles, I found a hair style much like the wash n’ go that’s been working for me, and although it may not be perfect, I’ve realized that when I stopped looking for the ultimate natural hair style, a style that worked for everyone else, a style that was only meant to draw attention to myself, that I grew a little more comfortable with my natural hair. So… what’s your “look”?