The Grimy Things Women Do

Worship our hair

I was talking to my mom on the phone the other day and she said, “When I had my sister locs, I thought I was the ‘s,'” (She doesn’t cuss well.) “Which is probably why God took them away from me.” *Busts out laughing.* You see my mother is a breast cancer survivor and when she went through chemo therapy she asked my father to shave her head so she wouldn’t have to watch her hair fall out. That was an important lesson. Our hair is beautiful and unique and fabulous, but at the end of the day it shouldn’t define us.

But unfortunately as the movement toward natural hair continues, women across the nation are getting out of control. Your blackness isn’t found in your hair, your identity isn’t in there and neither is your soul. If you’re addicted to Remy, weave on, if you can’t breath without a relaxer, straighten on and if you’re au naturale, let your fro free; but know, the hair we dote over so much is dead. So stop trippin’ because it could all be gone tomorrow.