#43 My Hair Rant (Again)

As you may or may not know, I have an on going struggle with my hair. A struggle that has plagued me since I was old enough to know what the word "nappy" meant. Don't get me wrong, I accept my hair for what it is, but I won't lie and say that very often in grade school I never looked longingly at the straight, waist length, blonde hair of the girl who sat in front of me in literature.

I always feel like there's another person telling me that femininity is shiny, and smooth, and bouncy. It's never kinky or curly and that irritates the he'll out of me.

God, I hate hair product commercials. Garnier Fructis will be happy to show me a million different pictures of how silky smooth, wavy, straight, or curly they can make your hair. It's like "Come dance in my sexy, sexy hair."

I think I'm just waiting for the day that people decide afros can be sexy, too.

You see, I have a problem with people calling my Afro cute. Like it's some sort of novelty item, or a joke. Like they don't understand that "this is my hair." "This is an actual hairstyle."

Quotes from people about my hair:

"It's so coarse!"

"It's so cute!"

"It's so funny!"

"It's so thick!"

"It's so weird!"

"It's so unkempt!"

"It's so thick!"

"It's so mysterious!"

"I would never want an Afro, but it looks cool on you!"

Do you know what it feels like when someone tells you that they never want their hair to look like yours? It's fucking hurtful. It's so fucking hurtful.

Also, don't look at my hair when you're speaking to me. You know who you are. You glance up, look extremely disturbed for a second, then look back at my face.

So by now, you may or may not be wondering, "If I hate hair so fucking much, why are you growing it out again?"

Because maybe, by the time I'm finished, people won't see me as a petting zoo anymore.

RANT OVER