Mostly Lovin’: My Black Hair

There’s an old adage that we truly only appreciate something when it is no longer attainable, this I have learnt much to my chagrin is most certainly true. Take for example my black hair (and by black I do not mean the texture or the style) but merely the beautiful jet with which it sits.

When I was growing up, I would often bemoan the fact that as a black girl I could generally only have jet black hair. This struck me as being somewhat default in nature and I wanted to be more individualistic shall we say…

Now as a woman of a certain age I can truly say that I both miss and yearn for my unequivocally jet hair. No compromise, no shades of grey, just beautiful black hair. Try to look up a synonym for the word “black” and you are met with terms such as “murky” “obscure” “gloomy”…this was not my jet black hair. It was uncompromising, strong but most importantly it was I now realise quite simply the essence of me.