"What is my hair even like?" A question that would seem strange to anyone outside of the African-American culture, but one that we know all too well. Most often before we have any idea of the implications of what it means to be a black woman in America, we are being tamed. Starting with our hair.
I’m not a carefree black girl but I admire those that are. I was scrolling through Twitter one day and saw a video of a young lady dancing, getting it in by the way with the hashtag #carefreeblackgirl. I tried my best to find it for you, but you know the vast wasteland that is Twitter, it moves very fast. In either case, I loved the video. She did indeed looked carefree and I even wanted to try to shake my hips the way she did, but not even my hips are carefree. They’re wound a bit tight, just like me.