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Growing up in a suburban, metro Atlanta neighborhood has its pros and cons. It is advantageous being in close proximity to downtown Atlanta and being able to immerse myself in the Atlanta hip-hop and R&B community. However, there are some aspects where--being an African-American female--I have to be confronted with few biases. One of those biases are biases that has to deal with my hair. Personally, I generally like to wear natural styles or braids. Although my neighborhood is racially diverse, sometimes it I am still self-conscious. In order to “be a good fit†in mainstream white society, black women are advised (sometimes felt to be forced) to alter our natural texture to become “presentable,†which can mean high-priced, high-maintenance extensions.
African American hair has so much diversity and flexibility, throughout many years of oppression and hardships, they have chosen to alter their natural texture to fit into “white†standards of beauty. Often feeling the pressures to fit in, many of these people will purposely damage and harm themselves with chemicals. It is important that the millions of women who live their lives solely based on outward appearances know that it is normal to want to feel accepted, but doing so at the sake of your health is not worth it. Traditionally, African American hair has and still is the subject of criticism. The constant criticism is not only racially insensitive, it leaves millions of young girls and women feeling self-conscious about the way they were born into the world.
Hair is one of the most important aspects of beauty culture, in past and present African nations. In 15th century African Culture Hair could have been used to indicate if a person was married, their age, religion, wealth and even if they were preparing for war. They believed that the higher your hair was the closer to God you were. Knowing the complexity of this mindset and in an effort to dehumanize and crush their spirits, the Europeans shaved their head upon boarding the slave ship, losing their identity. During enslavement, the slaves were expected to uphold the slave master’s standard of beauty. Most commonly they would use pressing combs, wigs, and chemically relax their hair to imitate “European features.†Many African American women and young girls to this day have problems with racial identity. Even as young children, there are pressures that an African American girl is burdened with, yet one of the main one is the pressure to have ‘good’ hair. The desire to be accepted is a universal feeling. The easiest way for a black woman to gain social acceptance is to straighten their hair.
In North America, straight hair is seen as the norm, and somewhat needed to secure employment for African American women. Beginning in 1987, a plethora of complaints and cases were filed of African American women who got reprimanded or fired for wearing cornrows, a natural hairstyle. The case that gained massive publicity was of Pamela Walker, a full-time teacher and student at the University of Illinois. They fired her because of her “extreme, cornrowed hairâ€. In April 2014, the United States Army sparked controversy when it made changes to its hair policies. Most of the new rules were racially biased and culturally insensitive to black women in the armed forces. Twists, headbands, dreadlocks, and cornrows (all being protective styles) were now banned. After months of backlash, the Army revoked the regulations and changed them with new ones, which continued to hold a stigma on African-American hair. Instead of aiding to the needs of these women, and becoming informed of their preferred protective hairstyles, they tried to white-wash these hairstyles with a lack of compassion and regard for hair practices. Young black girls of today will research these cases and complaints and may have identity issues. They may grow to hate their hair and chemically damage it, just so they may be able to appear “sophisticated†and not be a victim of insensitivity.
Recently the natural hair movement has gained a great deal of popularity. It seeks out to challenge the European standard of beauty and to give African Americans or women of all ethnicities a chance to claim something of their own, teaching women to identify their hair, love their textures, and how to manage their hairâ€. This type of management is much safer than chemically altering (and ultimately damaging) their hair. On social media, there are many people who share their experiences and knowledge to the world, creating a safe and welcoming environment where anyone can safely experiment and try practices never known beforehand.
No matter where we are located and where we go in America, it is difficult to escape from the dominant European standard of beauty. But as time passes, many black women are finding that their perceptions of beauty and sense of self change also. Racial identity and self confidence will continue to improve with time and dedication, as African-American women continue to love themselves and their natural hair, continuing to stomp on any biases set against them.
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“What motivates you to perform community service?â€
Community service is a broad topic that encompasses a vast number of differing thoughts, opinions, definitions, and actions. Growing up, I was never big on community service; it was something I never made time for. However, as I have ventured through high school, my perspective on community service has changed substantially. I realized that community service does not always have to be as cliche as volunteering at a food bank or helping the homeless. It is as simple as doing anything to better the lives of people whom may have more disadvantages that we do. That is when community service started to become more of a motivating factor.
Volunteering has allowed my self-confidence to increase and for me to gain skills I would never think I could acquire. Being a captain on my school softball team and my travel team introduced me to a different set of challenges and responsibilities. One of those responsibilities was to organize a community service project, so we partnered with the Boys and Girls Club. While there, we were able to mentor and teach kids different sports, their importance, and how sports can open new doors and opportunities. Participating in community service allows me to serve people who could go down the wrong paths in life or help them if they were on a bad path beforehand. Being able to help those who are less fortunate move me to be more grateful for the blessings and opportunities I was able to take advantage of because many people do not have those.
When serving others, it gives me the declaration I need to know that I have the power to make a change. Anything that has changed in history has to start with someone. Most of the change that has been brought upon my high school has started with me by either organizing or leading it. In my first year as president in our DECA chapter, I chose to focus more on upbringing the change that was coming once I graduated. I put my time into three underclassmen who have done insurmountable and history-making things and achieved much more than I could have. Although many regard me as the beginning of our “DECA dynasty,†it would not be possible if the current generation did not see their power within to service the next generation. We need to continue to be beacons of light in this cold world around us.
One thing we must continue to hold true while performing community service is to not tokenize the people we are serving. They are human beings also and are simply not in a capacity to be a server at the moment. Remembering to count all of my blessings, realizing the power I possess, and helping those who cannot help themselves are three of the many reasons why I choose to serve in the community. If we have a mindset (similar to my earlier self) of questioning why we should serve, we must continue to ask ourselves, “If I was in this situation, would I want this kind gesture too?â€
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My experience of wearing wigs and extensions started out when I was about 16 in my sophomore year of high school. Since I was seven years old, my mother had relaxed my hair and growing up I used to wish my hair was longer, but the longest it ever grew was to my collar bones. All of middle school my hair was relaxed until I hit Eighth grade, I finally got my first pair of box braids and became attached. I loved the look, the feel of something swinging on my back as I walked, and the hair laying on my back as I sat down in my desk. I felt like that was my look, long hair not just braids, but long hair that shaped my round head into something slimmer. Fast forward and in Tenth grade I get my very first sew in, I was so excited, all i could hear from my mom was “I paid good money for this hair, you better not mess it upâ€. Sure, it was Store bought hair, and it was curly, at that time my natural hair was damaged from all the years of perming we’d done to it, it wouldn’t naturally curl up to match the hair.
Every night I’d wrap my edges in a silk scarf, and put rods in to keep the curls of the hair tight. I loved the fact that with weave I could achieve any style, I could be as versatile as I wanted and do whatever color or style I desired. At this time, I’d kept that curly hair in my whole sophomore year and went to the salon to get it washed every 2 weeks just as I would with my natural hair. Following that, I went to a new stylist at the very beginning of my Junior year of high school, he would slay my hair. I had gotten enough money to order some straight hair that summer for my back to school look. He’d install it and I had a leave out; it was bone straight, and flat as ever. I’d do my edges every night before school in the morning and needless to say they were swimming. That was the moment in my 16 years of living that I just knew what my ideal, signature look was, I felt like I was more appealing with my 20’ inch bundles, which definitely booted my self-esteem and ego, to the point where nobody not even my momma could tell me nothing.
I felt like I was cute no matter what I put on, just because my hair was done, in pajamas, at work, just waking up, I felt cute no matter what. Unfortunately, I went to a natural hair stylist and she told me that my real hair was damaged underneath my weave. She recommended that I tried wigs, it’d be less stress on my real hair but I'd absolutely have to take care of my edges. After I did the traditional straight hair sew in for back to school, I decided to try and switch it up with some color. I did red, and blonde and let's just say neither worked out too well, I ordered blonde from a company that had extremely terrible quality hair. I mean it shed so bad I couldn’t keep wearing it, and then the red it was a no go a well because I ordered it colored so it came out hot pink instead. Since second grade I'd wanted to have red hair, I ordered it already died and it was hot pink. So, onto my senior year of high school, I was tired of paying around three hundred dollars for hair, and another two hundred to get it made into a wig, customized, and installed. I asked my sister to teach me how to make wigs which actually turned out to not be much help, she helped me start it by placing the frontal and that was it. I ordered a 24’ frontal, and two 26’ and 28’ inch bundles of Brazilian straight from a company named “Kendras Boutique†that I'd found online; it was great quality, maybe 9A hair, however by the middle of the school year the wig didn’t fit all the way on my head anymore.
Finally, I ordered the perfect 613 blonde hair for my 18th birthday, a 24inch frontal, a 26’ inch bundle and a 28’ inch bundle, I made it into a wig with no help at all. I plucked, and styled it with no help just faith and hope that it would come out looking decent. Surprisingly it did, it was really good hair but for the price, I expected it to be, it was body wave and I left the roots blonde, it was extremely bright but it went well with my skin tone. I made the awful mistake later on, in dying the blonde wig, I change my mind so much that at the time I wanted jet black but couldn't afford it, but i think if buying from hair wholesaler click here , it should be much cheaper.
Now I make wigs all the time; for clients, for myself, and it definitely comes in handy when I need my hair done, I can just install a wig whenever because I have multiple. I take my wigs off every 3 months and do a protective style like box braids or faux locs just to let my edges and real hair breathe, I’ve learned that in order to feel beautiful with weave, you have to take care of what’s underneath and now I'm taking a lot of care of my real hair moisturizing, and deep conditioning. I now have a side hustle and a protective style that I know I can count on, and whenever I really want to step out, I just throw on a wig.
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For as long as I can remember I have had issues when it pertains to self-image. I have suffered with low levels of confidence and insecurities due to my hair loss. At the age thirteen, traditional sew-in weave hairstyles and braids where my go to styles. When I think back my mother attributes my hair loss to a time when I was around five years old and playing in the sand box. While playing with one my peers she rubbed sand in my hair. The sand in my hair caused ringworms on my body and the scalp. This actually was the beginning of my hair loss journey.Â
Ringworms are a fungal infection spread through direct contact with people causing hair loss that normally grows back 6 to 12 months after successful treatment. With treatment I still have not experienced hair growth. This has been a flaw that has caused lasting effects on my confidence when it comes to my hair. Wigs and hair extensions have been my light throughout this journey. Hair extensions have also been a staple bringing confidence and benefit to my overall look. Hair loss specifically, on my hair line has not been comfortable growing up with. Even when my hair is done professionally I feel frustration and insecurity. Stylist tend to question and insinuate that I am not taking care of my hair and I do not want to be judged. Some stylist lack versatility and inability with working with various hair types. I am at a point where I am unable to venture out to different hair stylist limiting me from letting different people install my hair weave
Present day traditional sew-in weave hairstyles and braids have not been an option. I have struggled with depression and suffered for fourteen years due to thinning around my hair line. I am now a young adult, and my hair still has not grown around my hair line. My hair has taken me on highs and lows, I have progressed but continually striving to overcome. Dealing with a severely thinning hair line has placed me in situations where I have felt inferior. I was at the point where I could not leave the house without a wig or extensions. I have no clue how it feels to wear my natural hair. Wearing weave, wigs, and hair extensions has strengthen my self-confidence, giving me the ability to wear different hairstyles without showing my hair loss.
When it comes to the woes of hair, all women can relate. Whether you are white, black or Asian we all agonize over hair at some point in our lives. I have certainly come a long way of accepting my hair and it has undoubtedly been an uphill battle learning to endure my hair. Acceptance of my hair has aided me in embracing and loving who I am as an African American woman. Society tends to focus on outside beauty and I have learned to place my value on my inner beauty. Accepting my hair has helped me build confidence. I strive to accomplish my goals and I know that as long as I continue to put forth effort in taking care of my hair it will grow back one day. India Arie said it best “ I Am Not My Hair†therefore I will not let wholesale hair extensions determine who I am. Â
Today I am overcoming my fear of my hair insecurity. Wigs have given me another opportunity to feel more comfortable and braver about my hair loss. I am thankful for wigs, weave, and hair extensions. I am brave every moment that I choose to continue onwards despite my insecurities and uncomfortableness caused by the thinning and absence of my hair. I am in a place where I know longer care what people think or feel when it comes to my appearance. When you feel happy and fulfilled regardless of what other people think, do, or say you are taking control of how you perceive yourself and the way people perceive you. I am well into my sophomore year at Prairie View A & M University I plan to attain a degree in the field of education to one day become a School Guidance Counselor. I work hard to maintain good grades academically and I aspire to work with young people that may be suffering from self-image issues and insecurities. I believe living through my own adversity gives me the ability to relate and understand issues young people are facing. Giving them the best chance at finding their own success. I am an “Overcomer†and through life we experience many challenges, I believe that you must find the silver lining in dark circumstances. Only the strong will survive and through this I have and will continue to be triumphant.Â
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I used to think my hair problem was just my hair. With frizzy, unruly locks, I was always self-conscious about my curls growing up. In school I was picked on a lot for my hair. Boys would throw staples in my hair from the back of the classroom because they said it was like Velcro. My mother, the source of my tangled and twisting mop of hair, always said that people pay a lot of money to have what we have. She would say to be thankful because we will never have “boring hair.†In middle school and high school, everyone was ironing their hair to be board straight. My thick, stubborn mane would not succumb to a flat iron, no matter how hard I tried. Until I was about 18, this was my hair “problem.†As a young woman, I began to embrace my bouquet of curls. I wore them proudly and with confidence. I realized that what I always considered a problem, was one of my favorite things about the way I look.
My hair began to change when I was about 22, along with other more serious things happening in my body. I had just moved to attend university, but skin problems, joint pain, and illness plagued me for weeks at a time while I tried to keep up in my classes. Finally, after a year of doctors, I was diagnosed with Lupus as a junior in college. Lupus is autoimmune disease, meaning in its simplest definition, my body recognizes its own tissues as invaders and attacks. As a systemic illness, it can affect almost any part of my body, like my skin, my kidneys, my joints, and my hair.
Coming from poverty, neither of my parents are able to provide health insurance for me, and as a college student, I cannot afford it myself. Even though there is no cure and the treatment can have horrendous side effects, lupus is life-long threat that requires the oversight of physicians. Without being able to go to the doctor, I have no way of knowing how far the lupus has progressed or which organs it is affecting. My only clues are my symptoms that I experience during flare-ups of the disease. I will get rashes, my knees and wrists will ache, and sometimes I will be too sick to get out of bed. These symptoms do not last more than a couple weeks at a time though, and then I am back to normal, or almost normal.
Now three years post-diagnosis, I am almost 26 and in graduate school. I have lost over 50% of my hair. What I have left is thin, dry, and graying at an uncomfortable rate. This symptom is always with me, as my hair loss is progressive. I have tried everything to bring back my once bountiful head of chocolate brown curls. I have spent hundreds of dollars on magic pills and serums that leave me disappointed. I have tried every deep conditioner known to woman kind, but my hair continues to fall limp and gray. After a good haircut my hair feels alright for a couple days or a week at most, then it is back to its dry, brittle, dying state. Sometimes I get so filled with anxiety over my hair, I sit in the bathroom sink with tweezers and pluck every last gray I can find. Unfortunately, I always feel worse afterward, knowing that I now have even less hair. The thread-like strands of hair I still have will not even grow past my shoulders before dying or falling out. It is so embarrassing to say that I cry over my hair, but I do. I look in the mirror and I do not recognize myself. I am 26, but I see a haggard old woman looking back at me. Every day I have to face the painful reality of the damaged, mangled remnants of my once thick, long, healthy hair. I absolutely hate leaving the house, because of my hair. My hair problems keep me from enjoying my youth. I do not go out with friends, or rarely even dates with my boyfriend. Just going to the store, I have to hold back tears of shame and anxiety. When I must leave the house, my morning routine involves making sure my bald spots are covered before I leave for work or class. I can’t put my hair in a ponytail, because it is too thin to stay in place, and my gray and bald areas are more exposed. Tony from umi hair factory recommend me to use hair extensions. To say the very least, I am angry. With everything this illness has taken from me, it could have left me my hair. But with my curls, it also stole my self-esteem, my confidence, and it robbed me of part what makes me, me. This is my hair problem.
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“Good hair― that’s the expression. We all know it, begin to hear it when we are small children. When we are sitting in between the legs of our mothers and sisters getting our hair combed. Good hair is not kinky, hair that does not feel like balls of steel wool, hair that does not take hours to comb, hair that does not need tons of grease to untangled, hair that is longâ€
- bell hooks, “From Black is a Woman’s Colorâ€
10 years ago the conversation of natural hair did not exist. The state of hair black people possessed, especially black women, was not about embracing afros or kinky hair. It revolved around flat irons, hot combs, silk presses, and box-kit perms. Many of us black women can almost smell the remnants of our childhood trapped within the jars of hair grease and sulfate ridden shampoos. Every day before walking toward the school. Every week before Sunday
services began. And every year before our first day of school. Our self-perception was dependent on how our hair looked. Whether or not we had “good†or “bad†hair. And from a young age, I knew I did not have “good hairâ€. From the restless sigh that my mother emitted while breaking her back to make my hair representable. To the whispers from hairstylists as they blow dry my hair, then gasp abruptly realizing that my hair was not up to my ears but just shrunk. And the
snickers from softer haired girls in the number line that picked at my coarse hair. My hair was either amusement or a mere inconvenience. I felt like a circus freak. I was not alone in this
experience. But 10 years ago we didn’t talk about it.
A decade later from the last time I remember putting an actual perm in my hair, I find myself slowly embracing my natural hair strands despite society's distaste for it. I also find myself immersed in a culture that instead of obsessing over “good†hair obsesses over “softer†and “curlier†hair. So essentially the same as before only now with different packaging. As a
child, I walked past products with someone who looked like me skin wise but had clearly distorted their natural hair’s natural state. Now as an adult, I walk past multiple products that show with a girl with much lighter than me with hair that still does not look like mine. Right now it all seems like a trend but when will my authentic, and natural self be in style?
Hair. Defined as any of the numerous fine, usually cylindrical, keratinous filaments growing from the skin of humans and animals. But for women, hair is a symbol. A symbol of beauty and femininity. For many women, like my mother, who choose to cut their hair short are not just making a fashion statement, they inherently are making a political statement. A
statement that says “I will not be weighed down by hair strands nor the systematic fetishization of my hairâ€. A statement that declares their beauty is valid regardless of length. Individuality is their prime focus. Now for girls like me with drier, kinkier, and well just African hair. Our
statement is to wear it in its natural state. When I first embarked on my natural hair journey, I had heard it all. My statement was being overlooked and laughed at. How could someone already
as dark as I was want to embrace something I had no say in something that looked the way it did. I was told I would bald. It would and did look ugly. I was going to regret it.
I don’t yet.
The idea that a woman, or someone in general, can not love their hair or their face because of how they style it preposterous. Self-expression is subjective, and I am a firm believer that black women especially, should not be subjected to policing when it comes their
self-expression. We should not be called ghetto, ugly, or desperate based on how we present our hair. Historically one of the ways that we are de-humanized and our femininity is invalidated is through the systematic bias our hair received. We have to do everything in our power to look a way we were not created in order to appease Eurocentric standards of beauty. Whether we want to sport a rockin’ lace front or a set of box braids we should be given that autonomy. When did our hair become the dart board for unfair and unrealistic beauty standards? I demand that we regain power of our beauty’s narrative. This includes supporting other women with hair that may not seem “good†to the media but is valid nethertheless. This includes hairstyles that are not all our own. The notion that women want to be someone else because of the hair that they have on top of their head just reinforces harmful beauty standards that serves to create insecurity.
The hair we wear from umihair hair extensions wholesaler is both a crown and a symbol of our ancestry. We should wear it in however we shall please, but we must do it proudly. Because if we do not love it for ourselves then we run the risk of the crown being snatched from us in the end.
“The thing about black women and black hair is that you just have to experiment.â€
- Yvonne Orji
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