An interesting thing happened to me a few months ago. I was talking to one of the older ones, a Miss Brown shall we say. Miss Brown is 72 years old from the beautiful island of Jamaica. A sweeter lady you can never find. She makes the best potato puddings and best of all she loves me. I think I confused her the most when I did my "big chop." She can't understand why I cut off my "long straight pretty relaxed hair" to grow the "cotton field" that is striving on the top of my head. She has said it on so many ocassions that I started to wonder if she's beginning to have alzheimer's. The day in question she said, "You're a pretty girl...even with your hair like that." I know enough not to get upset. In her way she's paying me a compliment. I know for her there is a deep psychological root as to why she doesn't approve of wearing her hair the way it grows out of her head. I know this and I think it's ignorant though I wont say it, not to her at least. I went through it with my mom, whose main worry, was that people will think that I'm going rastafarian. Anyways, it got me thinking about how many of us have that older person in ours lives that has a problem with their natural roots. Let me know:)
The Begining Of My CottonHead.
Kinkily Yours,
CottonHeadGirl.
