Deprisha, why yo hair like mine?
I thought that was the funniest thing that one of the little cuties at my job asked me the other day. She has locs. I was wearing a braid out that day. She had the biggest grin on her face when she asked.
Later on that day she randomly came over and whispered, “I like yo hair like mine.”
That totally made my day. It was such a stark contrast from when my Godnephew asked me “What’s wrong with your hair?” Then suggested I wear it “[straight] Like my nana.”
I grew up in the Blackest city in America, Detroit. Yet, it wasn’t until college that mustered the courage to wear my hair in natural styles.
We are truly doing our little Black kids a disservice by subliminally telling them that the way their hair grows is bad and needs to be chemically altered so that it can fit the European standards of beauty.
I got my first perm in third grade and continued to get them. My last one was for prom. Then after I got saved I felt like I was slapping God in the face by saying “what You gave me isn’t good enough. I have to (perm)anently change it!”
I work every day to subliminally teach kids that it’s ok to be all that God naturally made you to be. It’s an honor to make a four year old smile because I’m wearing my hair like hers.