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Last night I removed my extensions.
Short on time, I decided to make an attempt at working with my “natural” hair. Air-quoting the word natural as my hair couldn’t be any further from its original form.
After fluffing, tugging and stretching my 4-inch strands toward the sky for what felt like hours, my tired arms finally fell to my side. I had conceded. I could not force my short tresses to bend and move in directions that God had never intended.
I stared at myself in the mirror until covering my face with the palm of my hands. I was angry. Angry, frustrated and defeated. For a short moment I hated my reflection.
“Ball-head scallywag, ain’t got no hair in the back…”
The lyrics from Project Pat’s 2001 song “Chicken Head” played in the background of my mind as I looked away. I felt my insecurities rising. For years I had shielded my natural hair…
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