A Black Girl's Best Friend

A black girl's best friend is her kinky, afro lookn, natural, ethnic, can't put a finger through it knappy hair.

That's right i said it.. The thing you'll hear a black girl complain about the most is her hair, and I'll admit I'm guilty of it too. There's a kind of depression that sweeps over a girl when you look in the mirror and see that you have to comb through that jungle of intertwined hair. It kind of reminds me of a rubiks cube..it's not impossible but it ain't going to be easy. Like the rubik's cube there's certain tricks to the trade without the tricks you're doomed. I used to hate my hair like many other black girls. As a kid I hated going to that salon every two weeks.When you walk into a kid's beauty salon...I'll guarantee you'll hear some screaming. The worst part for me was facing the pressing comb (hot scolding comb that they put through you hair to make it straight). I was always afraid of leaving there with a burnt ear or a burnt finger. Till this day i despise the phrase "Hold your ear down honey." And how someone figured out that running a hot comb through knappy hair made it straight is beyond me? It kind of makes me wonder how many and what other methods they tried first? I hated that my hair took so long to grow. It's almost like trying to grow grass in the middle of winter. It would take forever and it's nearly impossible.

    I'm beginning to love my hair though. I love the versatility of it. Think about all the things you can do with it. You got afros, dreads, kinky twists, zillions, micro braids, press and curl, natural, cornrows, weaves, sew-ins and a mix of the bunch. I love the uniqueness. Black hair is a trademark there's nothing in the world like it hence everyone is always trying to touch it. That's why we should cherish it and not view it only as a nuisance. So when i step in the rain and a little fuzz begins to show, I embrace it because it's part of me.

    But when you really think about it..a girl's best friend really is her hair. Like a best friend your hair has stuck with you through the thick and thin. Like a best friend you depend on it. You depend on it to compliment your beauty.Like a best friend you have fun with it. You wear it in different crazy styles to be unique. Like a best friend you have the best memories with it. Like when you were 6 years old and you decided to give yourself a bang like the big girls and you walked around with a big piece of hair sticking up for weeks. Ooops :-D Like a best friend you trust it. You trust it to stay in place when you put that Jam (stay in place oil) on it and although sometimes it lets you down you give it another chance because good friendships are hard to come by. And like a best friend you should love it because it completes you.

Lesson Learned:
"Good hair means curls and waves, bad hair means you look like a slave. At the turn of the century it's time for us to redefine who we be" India Arie

Be You. Love You. Stay True.
Jaz