Beauty: Why I cut my hair #whatsyourhairstory taken by PS Photography
Your WCW cut her hair. Your WCW is tired of being asked why she cut her hair. I am your WCW.
Hello ReginahsRunway, I am this week’s WCW. I think because National taco day fell on Wednesday, thought that it was only fitting. I wanted to share a short version of my hair story. In most African countries, (I will speak on behalf of Uganda) it is almost written in the school handbooks that girls should cut off their hair because they are supposed to focus on their education and not on their beauty. Because of this, I was having my hair cut until I was about 12 years old. That made some girls want long hair but I guess that made me hair lazy. To be honest, I’m one of those women who just look better with short hair (you can judge for yourself) so my hair cut was not that much of a big deal for me.
I had short hair throughout college. Somewhere along the line, I started believing the hype that I needed to have long curly hair to be attractive. I started wearing extensions and wigs when I needed to give my hair a break from braiding. I love the fact that my hair is very versatile. That’s the thing about us black women; we can switch it up whenever we want. There are a million things that I can do with my hair but for some reason, I’m more comfortable with short hair.
We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are so I started meditating and reflecting on my life, my truth. I really just want to live my best life. One of the things I realized that I was insecure about was my beauty. I come from a long line of beautiful women so I know that I’m beautiful but I was not really feeling it. I started believing the hype that I had to look a certain way and have a certain type of hair to be beautiful. I had this belief that I would not be considered feminine unless I had my wig on. The beauty standards forced upon black women especially in America is another story for another day but that played a role in my insecurities.
When I moved to New York City, a city full of magical black women with clear skin. I was inspired to really look deep into my soul and embrace my beauty. I started looking for that beauty from within. I meditated on it. I prayed on it. What is the point of living in a city that encourages you to be your authentic self if you are not going to rock your truth?
I’m still a work in progress just like most of my Runway but I’m happy to say that I’m finally starting to enjoy the journey. I would love to hear your hair stories. Send me an email firstname.lastname@example.org if you would like to share it.
My advice to you is to work what you got. Don’t believe in the hype and don’t forget to go Backstage.