I find myself advocating for the natural hair movement all the time. Recent conversations with sister friends has made me want to delve deeper into the myriad of reasons black women have for categorizing our hair as good or bad. Whenever I hear, “She or he has “good hair”” it makes the hairs on the back of my neck raise up a little in protest.
Along with my neck hair raising thing I also raise an eyebrow and ask for an explanation. I think our confusion and love hate relationship with our hair that starts when we’re little girls, still has to be healed for many people. Let’s face it, our hair stories are serious. We all have one or two that stick out in our minds as we vow to never wear that style ever again.
As they work to explain what they meant by labeling hair that doesn’t look like mine, as “good,” I wonder if they feel we should go hide our nappy (my case), permed (their case) heads in shame. Cept’ I don’t feel bad for having nappy hair. I don’t find it offensive, and I don’t think it is bad hair at all. In fact, I love my mane and believe it to be in good company with anyone who has embraced her hair story.
My hair is a part of my womanhood and I wear it proudly in honor of the ancestors and black women across the diaspora.