Mothers, tanties and teachers: It breaks my heart to tell you this but you unknowingly slipped something toxic in your home-cooked chicken soup for the soul and fed it to your daughters and granddaughters. You told us that in order to enter woman-hood and embrace all the beauty that comes with it, we must undergo a painful rite of passage called the chemical relaxer, perm or hot comb.
She gently touched my hair and gleefully exclaimed "it's so soft." While that was a sweet sentiment, I was left feeling of awkward and violated -- even though I allowed the touching. However, I loved that fact that opening myself to this opportunity in turn invited a very real and honest conversation with the woman.