A couple of months ago, somebody asked me a question that would change my perception of myself. What would my hair be like if I didn’t relax it? It was far from the first time I’d heard this. People usually get curious once they learn that my Angolan-Portuguese mother is of a rich moka complexion. This is sometimes hard to guess since I’ve inherited quite a fair skin tone from my French-Canadian father, but in my childhood my hair had always been the obvious give-away.
A year ago, I would have told you that relaxing my hair made it easier for me to manage it and gave me more styling options. I’ve been chemically straightening my hair since I was about 12, so I have very little idea on how to care for it in its natural state and the process of growing it would take possibly years. A commitment I never had the will or courage to take on, until now. Today I realize I was really trying to escape the stigma my natural hair carries, which is a feeling shared by many African-American women. Continue reading