Joy Bryant Needs a Hug
I first came upon Joy's blog post last week while perusing one of my hair forums. Upon first reading I thought it was kinda funny, especially knowing so many people who feel the same way...
But it sat on my mind for a while, and her post, along with Tyra's "real" hair reveal, I became sad for her.
I just swore Ty Ty was gonna have a gorgeous fro, so I was kinda disappointed when I saw bone straight relaxed hair. Yes it was long, but in my opinion it was nothing to be hyped about. Ahh well...
Back to Joy...I have natural hair, but I also love to wear weaves however I never feel like I "need" fake hair to be beautiful. I think Joy is gorgeous, and would probably look better with natural hair...but I digress.
My point is...your hair shouldn't determine your worth or beauty.
Here's her post for your viewing pleasure, in case you missed it...
National Real Hair Day? I missed that one...In fact, on National Real Hair Day, I was calling Extensions Plus in L.A. to make sure they had enough of the 20” "relaxed roots" texture hair that I love oh so much (and that keeps selling out like crazy!), and making an appointment to get my hair, I mean, my weave, hooked up.
So Tyra, while I didn’t take part in your observance, I just want to say: "WOW!" You are such a brave woman for breaking the chains that bound you since your teenage years! What courage that took, for you to expose yourself to millions of people! Such fearlessness!
Oh, how I wish I had the guts to do that. I guess I’m much too much of an insecure, self-loathing Negro for all that self-acceptance foolishness.
I’m glad we got down to solving the mystery of what’s under your lace-front, though. I mean seriously, it was "THE" question that has perplexed the world over. And now we see that there’s a beautiful head of hair underneath it all, hair that was surprisingly relaxed and ready for the world. Whodathunkit?! If I had the same length and fullness of hair that you have, I might take my weave out too.
Ha!!!! I’m just playing! Even if I DID have your "real" hair, I’d still be wearing a few tracks or clip-ons up in there.
Because I’m straight weave fo life, kid!!!
Ima ride ride wit this weave, die die with this weave!!
Let me break it down for you:
See, I loooooove taking new hair out of the bag, combing through it with my fingers, holding it up with my two hands, and burying my face in it. Mmmm, mmmm, mmm! Nothing like a new batch of zig-zag curly to get your self esteem out of the dumps!
The feeling of getting my hair, I mean, my weave done over. I feel human again. I feel sexy. I feel powerful. It makes me feel...it makes me feel...it makes feel like a natural woman!!!
I can be whatever, whoever I want to be with the stroke of a sewing needle...
With long brown tresses and a tan, I’m Pocahontas, 'cause I got Indian in my family. With easy waves, I AM bohemian rhapsody goddess personified. And now that I got blond highlights! What!? I know I look like Beyonce! You can’t tell me nothing! Uh oh, uh oh...
And then I looked up from my computer, and caught a glimpse in the mirror of my head minus the long weavy locks. I looked crazy! Awww hell naw! I looked over at the new batch of hair sitting off to the side waiting to join forces with me. Damnit, I’m trapped, I thought to myself. I can’t let it go. I am powerless over it. Just when I think I’m done, it pulls me back in!
Now I guess I can get help for my self-loathing addiction.
I can learn to accept myself in my entirety. I can emancipate myself from that which keeps me locked-up. I can embrace the natural state of things.
Yup, I can do all of that…
But don’t hold your breath!
Hi, my name is Joy, and I’m a weave-a-holic.