strange happiness

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strange happiness

today i didn’t get much work done because i was frustrated with a couple of things…my hair was one of those things. i made the executive decision to stop wasting time working (i really wasn’t accomplishing anything) and tackle my frustrations. so i did. and praise the Lord! victory!! well, not completely. but i’m definitely on the path to recovery.

i know, recovery is such a big word…you’d think i’d been on drugs or something. but perhaps some effective parallels can be drawn here. any addiction has major consequences and what i’m realizing more and more is how much i’ve allowed my hair to be an addiction. i’m addicted to making sure it’s not status quo. i’m addicted to making sure my hair is a symbol of rebellion against mainstream beauty standards. i’m addicted to…..and i’m sure i could add some more.

what i thought was a simple desire to care for my hair is soooooooooo much more, all of which i don’t have time to get into at the moment. i’ll end by saying this: i can’t continue to allow my hair to define me the way it has….as some sort of poster child/adult for natural strength, beauty, and a “real” sense of self. the last time i was this frustrated with my hair, i cut it off. that was 1998 and i was part of a radical natural hair movement among black girls at my school (even though i’d never had a relaxer. somehow my short fro gave women with relaxed hair encouragement to “go for the gold”….yeah, i thought naturalhood was gold. now i understand it to be simply another hair style. anyway…)

i’m loving this day, these strides. now i must sleep, get physical strength for tomorrow, rest my emotions from the rollercoaster.

thank you Jesus!

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