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Still Missing My Bun

It’s been since November 2015 when I last cut my hair.  My cut was hot and I gave major shoutouts to my sister for her skills with the scissors.  But long hair was always my life and I miss it so much! Hair growing back, especially black hair is a game of patience and as I’ve said before God didn’t gift that gift to me.  My need to maintain my illusion of long hair is probably what’s heightened my love of weaves.  But even with the  weaves, traditional or versatile, lace or sew-in nothing beats being in a rush and throwing my hair up in that messy bun.  You could almost associate it with a dependency problem.

I can wear buns with my weave or even get my hair styled to just be a bun but the feeling isn’t the same.  I’m also extremely lazy and there’s just to much effort that goes into trying to make a weave bun look natural. Unless it’s a lace wig which in that case it’s extremely easy but the up-keep for that is like every 2 weeks and that’s team to much.

My hair has grown a lot in this last year but it’s still not there and it just makes me sad. Until I get back to chanting “long hair don’t care”, I’ll stick to my weaves but that $175 just hits sometimes.  Like when I already spent my whole life in the mall.

With all that’s going on in 2017 trivial things like my bun seem petty to rant about but it’s the little things like my bun that keep me sane.  In a world, that appears to be full of destruction and heartache and second guessing your neighbors political affiliation pawning for my messy bun to return gives me faith that four years flies by and that constitutional checks and balances can suffice until the messy bun can be reinstated.

Does My Shrinkage Drag Me Down? 

Shrinkage is a topic of concern for most of the natural hair population, but that’s not the topic of today’s discussion.

Does natural hair and protective styling interfere with work and advancing in your career?  It’s sad to say that we live in a world that judges not on competency but appearance. For a woman, especially a woman of color, your appearance can make or break the bank account.  

Right now, we’re dealing with #OscarsSoWhite, #BlackLivesMatter and many other hashtags that express how racially profiled many people in America are. With that being said, it’s safe to assume that I, as an African American woman, am judged not only on appearance but also on my color. Now this isn’t true of everybody and it’s certainly not true of every company. But it is true of some. 

So that means when I walk into an interview with Howard Univeristy on my resume, a feat that speaks for itself, (#HowardStruggle) I’m not simply being interviewed for what I took from my education. I’m being interviewed on appearance meaning how well I dress, my manners, etiquette, how well I speak and my hair. Let’s just take a minute and break these things down.

  
First, what my interviewer doesn’t know is that since I stepped foot on Howard’s campus the School of Business has been instilling the importance of a black suit into my life every Tuesday and Thursday from 11:10-12:30. Second, the School of Business has instructed me on etiquette and manners as well as mock interviewers, resume critiques and CPD sessions with companies to ensure I’m qualified for anything. Lastly, my hair. With Howard being an HBCU you see pretty much everything by way of hair. There’s natural, transitioning, weaves, braids, wigs, relaxed and even bald. The Mecca truly teaches you to become intuned with your roots and yourself. Hair is a way that many females express that. So I can say that while Ms. Nash was strict on no piercings and covering tattoos, hair was never restricted. So here I am. I lived the last four years defining myself and my hair. Well now, I have to stop and think. Will this be exceptable? I mean it should be. It grows out of my head just like everyone else’s. What’s different about mine? 

The answer to that is in the question. Mine is DIFFERENT.  The tight coils that come out of my scalp infused with coconut oil are like magic! There’s no limit on what a naturalista can conjure up to display her curls. 

The moral of the story is you judge my hair because you can’t contain it. It doesn’t fit neatly in a bun. There’s a curl, or two, that’s a little out place. Like me and my opinions on your company. My hair shows growth by how it widens in its structure. This symbolizes that I as a person grow and morph into something more beautiful with every inch. You constantly seek volume to make your hair fuller. Mine is natural. My volume is never ending.