Filed under: Hair Politics, Hair and Beauty
From Essence:
Way before my 12-year-old was a big ol', tall-as-I-am thang, she was an adorable baby who happened to bear the burden of the slowest-growing stuff you've ever seen sprout from somebody's scalp. Her hair started out promising enough. After the crown of her head poked through into the brave new world, the doctor smiled and said, "Look at all that curly brown hair!
But then she went through that balding phase that a lot of Black babies endure, when the back of their heads look like some really mean prankster replaced their hair with patches of wooly-looking carpet. I remember putting my hand out and praying over her precious little head whenever she would toddle by. That hair was a challenge and only the Lord could fix it.
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