Saturday, 14 November 2015

My Hair

For today's blog I thought I'd do a story type thing about something that happened in my school quite recently and it got me thinking so now I'm typing.
So the other day me and this guy were talking at school and the topic of my hair came up. As of know my hair is in braids and he was wondering what my natural hair looked like. Being a black girl my hair is obviously different to white peoples hair, so I showed him. I got out my phone and proceeded to show him my hair.
I know it's probably really shallow of me but I'm actually really insecure with my hair. Especially for the longest time I've always been surrounded with what the media thought was beautiful and acceptable in terms of hair.
So anyway when u showed the boy my hair his first word were "whoa that's weird". At first it didn't really matter to me that he thought it was weird because it's my hair and I feel comfortable with it and he's never really been exposed to my type of hair before. But by then another boy saw the picture and said "you look like a clown". When he said that to me I instantly felt degraded, when really I have nothing to feel bad about. To say that I looked like a clown because my hair was DIFFERENT, will not get me down.
And also to be comparing my hair to a clowns head is so ignorant. I don't think he realised that when he said that a little part of me died but if I took notice to what every single persons says about my hair then I just would be downright depressed by now. I mean I've been called Medusa before because I had my hair in braids and just because I'm different doesn't mean it's going to get me down. So to the two boys at my school (especially clown boy) and every ignorant person out there thanks for saying what you said because in the bigger picture you just made me a stronger person.
Have a great day, today and every single day ❤️

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