Last night while at dinner with my mom and grandma, my grandma interrupts me while I was attempting to give a layout of my future plans, to ask me when I’m gonna press my hair. My answer was never. She and my mom then proceeded to ask me how I planned on catching a man. I’m sitting there telling them I want to get my acctg certificate and how I wanna be a CPA and they’re asking me about a man. Afterwards, they proceeded to pray over our food. Which led me to this thought: How is it that (statistically speaking), Black people are the most religious race of people in this country, yet we have the blatant audacity to question God’s creations without shame? How do you worship someone then turnaround and change what they’ve created as though they made a mistake? Our hair is not naturally straight. It was not meant to be straight. It is almost irreversibly damaged every single time we alter it. We are just so brainwashed, it’s sickening.
Also, why would I go out of my way to try and “catch” someone who doesn’t even like me for me? What kind of backwards thinking is that?… If a man, a BLACK man no less, doesn’t want me cause of my hair, then I don’t want him. I’m 22. Being single is not the end of the fucking world! Not loving myself however, is.
Real as fuck.
**Waits for the organ and drums. Dances in the aisle. Runs around the santuary 5 times**
If a man doesn’t respect my choice in hair it wasn’t meant to be in the first place. Attracting a man is a “damn if I do, damned if I don’t” occurrence. It’ll never be my #1 ambition in life and if I have to put-on a persona that person wasn’t all that attracted to the real me in the first place. Dude betta also be steppin’ his game up through unreasonable measures too if he expects me to. This ain’t the days where not having a man means shear utter destitution. I gots mine, like the say.