My Natural Self
I was scrolling through Pinterest the other day and came across this anonymous quote: āBeing Natural is not a statement, itās the closest I can get to being myself.ā
Although it seemed inspirational and uplifting, I couldnāt help but feel a sense of disconnect. For me, wearing my natural hair out has always felt like a statement: something to be commented on, explained or covered. I never truly felt comfortable in my āmost natural self.ā Growing up I was always excited to get my hair done and never left my natural hair out for more than 24 hours. The routine was āsimpleā: mark down a free weekend, take out the previous style, comb and furiously detangle, wash, allow to air-dry and be ready for eight painful hours in the salon chair the next dayāsee, simple.
Because of how constant this was, I never really learned how to take care of my hair. This mentality relied on a mixture of convenience and aesthetics: with braids, I didnāt have to worry about ādealing with my hairā and I would receive compliments with every new hairstyle. This spanned from friends to random people in the hallway, to teachers who wondered just how my hair grew so fast in three days. Yes, we were kids and yes, they always meant well, but it didnāt make me feel any more confident in my natural 4C hair.
A Young Age
These feelings were deeply rooted and stemmed from as early as 10 years old; I still remember my first attempt to wear my hair out at school in the fifth grade. The hairdresser that I was supposed to go to over the weekend cancelled my appointment, so I was forced to attend school without extensions. Despite what Iāve said about my confidence in my hair, I wasnāt scared. In fact, I was excited to show it to my best friend at the time, hoping that sheād validate the fact that Iād tried something different.Ā
It didnāt go well.Ā
I canāt remember exactly what was said but I do remember feeling my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I walked through the hallway to find her before school started; then feeling crushed immediately afterwards.
Events like that simply reinforced what Iād always seen in the media: that 4C hair was difficult to manage, dry, brittle, and needed to be relaxed, straightened or covered. Most of my family in Nigeria relaxed their hair and simply dealt with the upkeep. Unfortunately, that proved to be nearly impossible in the dry, cold Canadian weather. I was forced to leave my hair the way it was. I didnāt realize the blessing it was at the time but my mom refused to relax my hair. Hers went through near-irreversible damage, resulting in an infamous big chop and hair that never really grew back the same.
Making Changes Over The SummerĀ
This summer, everything changed. As Iāve gotten older, Iāve had to deal with the painstaking realization that things cost money, and as time goes on the upkeep gets more and more expensive. Going to Carleton meant moving to Ottawa which meant that Iād have to deal with the hair situation sooner rather than later. I no longer had my mom near to plan my appointments, take me to them and well, pay for them. The cost of doing hair was on the rise, and I for one was not willing to pay the priceā at least not as frequently as my mom had. This summer I had four months of glorious free time. It was just me and my hair since my usual stylists had moved on to different, more stable careers during COVID. So I did what all Gen Z do when theyāre new to something: I pulled up YouTube and typed: natural 4C hairstyles into the search bar. The result was an onslaught of videos with different styles that I had never even considered. I watched countless tutorials and spent hours fiddling with my hair, messing up my bathroom and then taking cute pictures of myself afterwards.Ā
This shift led to more meaningful ones in my life. I started to fine-tune the beauty standards available to me on social media. I followed more black celebrities, small creators and natural hair connoisseurs who helped me find beauty in myself. I bought supplies and a million creams but as I slowly began to figure it out, I started to notice a āhealingā of my inner child. I went out with a friend with a natural hairstyle for the first time in ages to watch the new live-action The Little Mermaid, I didnāt feel ugly in the photos we took and saw my smile brighten. I even went into job interviews with my natural hair in a cute updo (and got the job!). All of this felt validating as I saw my hair transform as I just let it do its thing. It grew healthier and thicker than Iād ever seen it.
My family members also noticed the transformation. After one of my interviews, my mom sat me down to let me know that she was proud of me. Her exact words were: āI love how youāre handling your hair these days, youāre just owning it.ā Part of me knows that she was just happy to save money but another part knew how much this meant to her as someone who fought similar battles, and that has stuck with me ever since.
A Positive Self Image
Although my natural hair journey is far from over and I wonāt be abandoning extensions-based protective styles anytime soon, I now feel more comfortable in letting my hair breathe for longer in between appointments and not shying away from displaying it at professional events. Building a positive self-image is a never-ending battle and Iām glad that the better part of mine has just begun.