From the time I was a little girl, I’ve always had a fascination with long hair. Tying a towel, nightgown, or scarf to my head and vigorously whipping it from side to side was a regular playtime occurrence.
Maybe it had something to do with envy, but the one thing that always stood in the back of my mind was just how fast and just how long my Latina and White friends’ hair would grow. I couldn’t quite figure it out, but at a young age I came to the conclusion that Black girls just didn’t achieve that kind of length. Looking around me, it was an easy assumption to make. My own hair was curly and baby fine, and at its longest, went just past my shoulders. My younger sister was the opposite, with immensely thick, kinky strands, but even her locks wouldn’t reach past the tipping point. Just about everyone in my family, including my Black friends, had short or medium-length hair, so it was safe to conclude that super-long, natural Black hair didn’t exist.