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I am and I am not my hair… I am.

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I am my hair. Often adorned and embellished, this external extension of me, this visual exterior show of me. Be it long, short or somewhere in between, there is no denying that I am my hair. Internal factors sometimes directly affect our hair. Those that employ some semblance of a healthy regimen (diet and lifestyle) are rewarded with vibrant, lustrous hair. Stress can literally wreak havoc on a head of hair! Causing dry, brittle hair and serious breakage. Hair loss is sometimes the result of side effects of medicines and aggressive  medical treatments (see hair loss and chemotherapy, http://www.healthline.com/health/chemotherapy#SideEffects3). Have you ever heard of alopecia (http://www.healthgrades.com/conditions/alopecia)? Is it safe to say that the presence or absence of a thing so seemingly simple as hair, can contribute to the overall build up or break down of ones’ personality? Is hair then an environmental factor? I did after all grow up without my father, but I been rocking this hair for 30+ years. Nevermind if the walls could talk. If our hair could talk, oh the tales each head of hair would tell! I believe that consciously and/or subconsciously, hair does affect our day to day lives. Another component which is me… My crown and glory. My strength. I am my hair.

Photos: August 2015, before the big chop & color.April 2016, after the big chop & color.

Check out first photos of my personal Natural Hair Journey… https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10208737684020292.1073741856.1257799850&type=1&l=65f1c37c62

Stay tuned for ‘I am NOT my hair…’ #IAmAndIAmNotMyHair ~Kat. CEO at FreedomInk Publishing, http://www.freedomink365.com/the_books

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I’ve been told that I entered this world with no hair. Nope! Not even a little. Congratulations Ma’am! It’s a bald baby girl! All of that heartburn was not in vain. Although my mother delivered a baby with no hair, I’d soon make up for it. Thick. Wavy. Coarse. A head full of jet black hair. My momma said it’s my blessing. My crown and glory. Ok Mommy Dearest! I do believe we’ve misinterpreted the ‘good book’. I ain’t Sampson, there is no Delilah and cutting my hair, Heavens forbid, will not be my demise! Still. This is the home environment I grew up in. Can you cut your hair? Gasp! Imagine my mothers horror the first time I got a little scissor happy. Much to her chagrin, I’ve been snipping ever since! I grew up in a society that has been known to decide a person’s worth based on how they look. Light skin, good hair must mean you’re mixed and you’ve got good genes. So we bleach our skin, steer clear of UV rays, wear wide brimmed hats. We perm and press our natural tresses. I’m guilty! Not that I give a hoot what society has to say about how I look. However, the World has my sweet mommy thinking that long hair is good hair. Well I refuse to be brainwashed by it all. The braids are out. The perm is going in simply because my hair is much easier for ME to manage and I’ll be cutting my hair A.S A.P!  I know that my mother is going to have a hissy fit. But oh well. There is no such thing as bad hair. I was born a bald baby girl. C’mon! You gotta admit, everyday is a good hair day!

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CEO of FreedomInk Publishing, Katandra Jackson Nunnally