Tea Time

The Infinite Criticism of A Black Womans Hair  Tug of War  Since I was a little girl, I always felt like I was playing a tug of war game with society about my hair. On one side of the rope was the group of people who told me I need to wear my hair out and be proud. On the other side were people shaming me for showing off my kinky curls and fluffy edges , and looking at me with disgust when it is not in a protective style such as braids or under a wig . I used to wonder how there could be such a huge debate about something as simple as hair follicles then I came to the realization that as a Black Woman I will be judged for ever y part of my identity.   As a child me along with many other Black girls would have chemicals put in our h air called perms, which would strip away the natural curls that spro uted from our heads and made them pin straight. Every few months  you would be sitting between your mother's legs as she put the cream on your head and told you to holler at h