I am not my hair.
I got my first perm just before I turned 14. When I was 19, I got a box colour dye that destroyed my hair. I decided that this year (2013) was a great time for a fresh start. I had just recently been baptized and I knew that going natural was a part of my Christian journey. I didn't tell much people about the upcoming big chop because I knew I would either be talked out of it or told I couldn't it off. |
July 15, 2013 was when I walked into my uncle's barber shop to cut out my damaged and permed hair (which hadn't been relaxer in about 3 months). My initial thoughts while I was sitting in his barber chair was fear. But then I remembered my dear friend who had ministered to me the morning of my haircut; "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." 2Timothy 1:7.
And then I wondered to myself about what I actually feared about; not being able to pull off the short look, my hair never growing back and being perceived as unattractive. But I remembered, even before that day, that God is love. He made me exactly the way I am suppose to be; naturally beautiful from the inside, out.
As I looked down at the floor, and saw my straight hair piled up, I smiled and let it go. My old hair, my old ways, my old life. I took positivity out of this.
Anyone can do the big chop, just a few hours after leaving the barber, I had people call me "brave". I simply told them that I am not a woman defined by the texture or the length of my hair, it's just hair; it grows, it falls, it tangles and it greys. These are inevitable changes, especially ones that shouldn't change the person that I am.
I am many things: I am a gifted child of God, I am a woman and I am black, but one thing's for sure, I am not my hair.