Like many ladies out there I made the decision to start loving myself how I am... and that included loving my hair for what it is.
I have been growing my hair for the past 11 months. I did my big chop in May 2014 but like many of you out there I still find myself being pulled back into the safe hands of my weaves and wigs.
For the first time on Monday 18th August, I decided to take that *holds breath* decision to wear my hair in its 100% natural state to work.
I wasn't prepared for the reaction that I received. My identity was questioned based on the texture of my hair and definition of my curls. I was asked whether I was “a swirl” ? Now the only swirl I have ever heard of is the ripple in ice creams. I am aware that some low- grade journalist sites such as bossip.com insist on using this term to refer to the ever growing and PROUD mixed race population, but I wanted to challenge my colleague to elaborate on her usage of the term.
Her response was even more shocking than the usage of the derogatory term in the first place: “when you mix coffee with milk”. I should add some context that this is not the first time she has used this term when referring to the texture of my hair.
After sharing my experience with my cousins, who motivate me and accept me for who I am and encourage me to hold my head high, they have helped give me the confidence to turn this negative into a positive and I will end this by stating...
My hair will always grow towards the heavens, I am truly blessed!
Curly Tash
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