The journey has been enlightening. Going natural put me more in touch with my roots, not just my hair follicles but the culture and history of black hair and how black women were socialized to be ashamed of our natural hair.
I have done the math, and from the time I was 18 until early 2013, I have spent $25,000 getting my hair weaved, braided or extended and just over one and a half years sitting in a chair having it done.
For many black women, their preference for straight hair is driven by bad childhood memories of being teased and tormented at school about their natural hair, or being made to feel insecure by parents who insisted on the hot comb or hair relaxer.
Lately, I've become overly aware of little black girls between the ages of six to eleven years old. Mostly they seem shocked that someone has even acknowledged them, much less dared to call them beautiful!
In his new film, Good Hair, Chris Rock approaches the subject of black women's hair -- all at once -- like a man, like a novice, like a voyeur, and like a comedian in his investigation of hair weaves and hair straightening relaxers.