I rarely talk about this period of my life because it’s not a pleasant time to relive. I’ve spent my entire life stressing over my hair, unhappy that it was never as long and as straight as my cousins in Colombia.
I can’t remember a time when my hair wasn’t being pressed, or relaxed, or colored, or weaved, or something. Like most little Black girls, I spent way too many Saturdays in beauty salons rather than just playing with my friends.
When my hair fell out, I felt like I was going to die. I woke up one day and my hair was coming out in clumps. I didn’t know why and I was completely mortified.
I was already depressed from a recent breakup. I had packed on considerable weight. And, now I had no hair!
I can’t even begin to tell you how badly I felt about myself. However, as I posted in my reel, I had friends who kept my spirits high and made me realize that life could go on. They reminded me that if people truly cared for me, hair was just wrapping. They helped me remember who I was, helped me regain my confidence, and made me feel safe to face the world.
Thankfully, my hair has grown back but it is still not as thick as it used to be and probably never will be. I might never know what caused my hair to come out. It might have been stress, hormones, or chemicals. Regardless, it taught me a valuable lesson about being empathetic to others.
You never know what people are dealing with and you should never say or do anything to make others feel small because of how they look.
To my sistas, I simply want you all to know that your hair is not your glory. You are your glory! Your spirit, your mind, and your heart is what makes you special. 💖
“I am not my hair.” – India Arie