On the Couch with Daniella


My name is Daniella De Jesus and I wanted to share my college essay with the CurlyNikki community. Last year, I spent the entire summer going through hundreds of topics for my college application essay. It wasn't until I stumbled upon your blog that I realized what I should write about. The story of your hair journey and journeys of your subscribers inspired me to tell my own hair story. So here it is:

Atop a stack of books, I sat in the salon chair frowning at the tangled bird’s nest that seemed to swallow the puny frame inside the mirror. Born into a family of fine-haired women, my curly head often made me feel like an outsider, a burden, and a curse. Five hairdressers (yes, five!) pulled at my knots as if they were fighting with my scalp and I yelped in pain as they tackled my mess of curls. My grandmother walked over to me, wiped my tears, and whispered, “It hurts to be beautiful mamita.” I was then made to sit and sweat underneath a hair dryer for two hours and thirty minutes. The dryer heated the metal hairpins, which burned my ears. “It hurts to be beautiful,” I told myself.

After many such experiences, my mother tried taming my curls with the help of mayonnaise rinses, relaxers, and even a Japanese straightening treatment. Unfortunately, nothing had given us the results we desired, so I began researching hair products on the Internet. This was when I discovered “Poem for My Grifa-Rican Sister/Broken Ends, Broken Promises” by a woman named Mariposa. In it, she had vocalized the pain and loneliness I had experienced for so many years with her words “braids twist and tie contain/ hold in the shame/ of not havin' long black silky strands/ to run my fingers through”. At the end of the poem, however, Mariposa comes to accept the beauty of her hair’s natural texture and her curls have been freed from chemical straightening. Never before in my life had I read a literary work that spoke to me and my experience so profoundly.

“Poem for My Grifa-Rican Sister/ Broken Ends, Broken Promises” inspired me to chop off all of my damaged, processed hair and begin a new life in which I embraced my hair in its natural state. I printed out this poem and attached it to my mirror. Each day, as I styled my now shorter and curlier hair, I would look into the mirror reciting the poem. Through Mariposa’s words, I grew to love every curl on my head and my smile shined brighter.

All of this changed about one month later, when my cousin Indy, who like me had thick, wild curls, visited my family for the holidays. Her hair had been straightened and I marveled at how shiny and smooth her strands were; Indy now possessed the hair I had always longed for. My heart grew envious and the curls I had learned to love became shadowed in hate. Indy revealed to me that she had straightened her hair using a flat iron. That day, I purchased a flat iron and began straightening my hair daily. Not before long, I removed the poem from my mirror and tucked it away in a box with other seemingly useless items.

About three years later, while cleaning out my closet, I stumbled upon “Poem for My Grifa-Rican Sister/Broken Ends, Broken Promises”. The words jumped off the paper, as if Mariposa were scolding me for rejecting my identity. Guilt and disappointment overwhelmed me: I had not even left my house unless each strand of hair was completely straight. That day, I placed the poem where it belonged and I vowed to wear my natural hair proudly.

Mariposa’s poem helped me realize a number of things. I adore my untamable hair, generous hips, and horizontally extensive nose because they are part of who I am. Beauty should not be painful and only requires self-love. Most importantly, “Poem for My Grifa-Rican Sister/Broken Ends, Broken Promises” taught me that God bestows to us incredible gifts, which must be shared with the world. This is why on March 20th, 2009 I cut and donated twelve inches of my hair to the “Locks of Love” foundation. As I researched and saw photographs featuring all of the children suffering from alopecia and cancer, I realized how ungrateful, shallow, and ignorant I had been. For years, I had wasted money trying to change the hair on my head when there were children who would do anything to grow even a tiny patch of hair.

A few months after mailing my donation to Locks of Love, I received a postcard thanking me for the difference I had made in a child’s life. The poem attached to my mirror was removed and the postcard was put in its place, so that each day I am reminded that the source of shame and insecurity for so much of my life was now the source of confidence in the life of a child and in my own life. I must confess to flat ironing my hair occasionally; however, I have I stand a lot straighter when my hair is curly. I thank Mariposa for allowing me to celebrate myself, for saving my family an inordinate amount of money (can you imagine tipping five hairdressers?) and for helping an insecure child transform into a bold and beautiful butterfly.

Thanks for the inspiration!

P.S. This essay helped me get into NYU: Tisch School of the Arts, which is where I will be attending college in the fall!

32 Weigh in!:
Anonymous said...

Daniella great essay. Its a beautiful thing when recognize and accpet ourselves. Watch out world!

Conagradulations on getting into the NYU arts program.

Natasha said...

Well done !! wish you all the best at University. I like your story but do not understand why you would see anything but beauty when you look in the mirror, at least you know now!!!

Curly Film Chick said...

that was a great essay, congrats on your acceptance!

Dee said...

That was GREAT -- congrats and good luck at NYU!!

special_k said...

Loved your essay and your story. Best wishes at NYU!

Anonymous said...

Congratulations on finding yourself and for getting in to NYU! Well deserved after this essay! Best of luck and keep that confidence!

Abstract said...

Beautiful story...beautiful hair. Many congrats to you on your new journey to NYU!

MelMelBee said...

Look out world...Here comes Daniella! Excellent essay...Congrats and keep up the good work!

Libby said...

Beautiful essay, beautiful young lady! Congrats, Daniella and best wishes to you at NYU.

Jae Manolo said...

Beautiful essay, hair, and outcome.



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Anonymous said...

Congratulations on your acceptance into NYU! Beautiful story.

Keisha said...

beautiful essay... congrats on your acceptance to NYU :-)

Anonymous said...

I am SO proud of you! Beautiful essay and good luck at NYU!

Pecancurls said...

Daniella, you have a beautiful spirit, as well as beautiful hair and a beautiful smile. Congratulations on NYU. Your future is just as bright as your smile young lady.

Anonymous said...

LOVED THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alta Angel said...

And just think, someone may print this article as her (or his) inspiration! Kudos to you!

iri9109 said...

beautiful essay...good luck @ NYU!

Anonymous said...

this was so beautiful. it made me cry.

qtrlifechronicles said...

What a beautiful, well-written, heartfelt essay! Congratulations on your acceptance!

Anonymous said...

What a fantastic essay! You have an amazing gift for writing! Congrats on your acceptance to both Tisch and of your beautiful hair.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful story and essay! Keep em' coming please. :)I guess we all love a happy ending!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem too struck some chords!

Niah said...

WOW! You are such a beautiful person, inside and out. That was a great essay. NYU wouldve been crazy not to except you after that..Congrats on everything!

HopefulCurly said...

Congrats on getting in to NYU and good luck! Thank you for sharing this essay and great poem.

TiAnna Mae said...

I love to hear stories like these. I'm so proud of Daniella. Congratulations on your acceptance to NYU.

Anonymous said...

Good luck to you at NYU! Your so pretty, inside and out. :)

Anonymous said...

BRAVO!!!! Your essay moved me to tears. Best of luck to you.

Anonymous said...

What a moving essay, you really should get this published. It reminds me of Gary Soto's and Sandra Cisneros' writings. Get going young lady! Peace and all the best at NYU.

Beth said...

That's my alma mater! (well, The School of Arts & Sciences, not Tish) A lovely essay :o) Thanks for sharing your essay, and I hope you have great time at NYU.

Jilian said...

Beautiful!

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful essay!

Anonymous said...

This put a smile on my face! I love your story! And I'm so glad you got inot NYU! Congratulations and good luck hun!

Viviane.

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