is your background? Where are you from? How do you define yourself?
Arizona with my mom, my Aunt Gail and her girlfriend until I was five…
when I was five, my mom met my current step dad and we moved in with
him shortly after…. A year or two later my little brother was born and
we stayed in Flagstaff until I was eight. Money was tight and jobs were
slim, so we packed up our lives and moved to a rural town in southern
Utah called Boulder Town. I lived there until I was thirteen, which was
when we (once again due to job and money issues) moved to Bellingham,
Washington, which is where I still am today at fifteen. I live with my
mom and step dad, my brother and my best friend from Utah, who’s name is
America. My aunt and her son Desmond (who’s father is from Guinea) (OH!
and I suppose I should mention that I lived in Tunis, Tunisia in Africa
for a year when I was in sixth grade.)
We met via your tumblr photo submission where you wrote, “It’s
always a surprise to people, but I think my picture belongs here.” Can
you explain what you met by that?
African-American in my family because of my kinky hair. I always say
“No”, and then people just assume that I’ve gotten a perm (nope!) I
reassure them that my curls are all natural and they’re always amazed.
I’ve always tried to get myself into the ethnic-hair community because
really it seems to be the only place that understands the maintenance
and honestly-the personality that comes with super curly hair. I think
that part of my wiley personality and free spirit is expressed in my
hair, and I find that to come through in more than a few people that
I’ve met that have hair similar to mine.
It is no secret that Shanti and I are both bi-racial with white
mothers. At times, I have found it difficult despite having textured
hair and being one of the co-founders of this blog to be accepted into
the ‘natural hair community’. In terms of being accepted and ‘fitting
in’ whether it be family, friends or society related, what has your
really started accepting my hair. I had this really good friend who was
half Indian and her dad was from Nigeria. She had the most beautiful,
long, frizzy (in a good way) curly hair that I’d ever seen. She started
to encourage me to wear my hair down instead of keeping it up in a bun
or a pony tail like I usually did. I really started loving my hair. It
was kind of weird because people would give me funny looks when her and I
walked around together… usually they just thought I was just super
pale, haha. When I came back, it was like… my hair wasn’t just natural
and fun…it was like some kind of Velcro that attracted old ladies who
would just pet me for a few minutes and tell me how “cute” I was.. and
how “awesome” my hair was. It was really sweet, but I felt like people
were treating me like a phenomenon when I had just learned to accept my
hair as a part of my personality instead of something out of the
Now, I absolutely love my hair! The guy I’m seeing right now is
African-American and we call each other hair twins. His is more nappy
and his fro definitely beats mine by far… but it’s just a part of me
now. He loves my hair. I love my hair. And it’s easy to feel comfortable
in my own skin and curls.
Have you always embraced your locks? Have you ever considered getting a relaxer?
desperately for my mom to buy me a straightening iron or get my hair
permed straight- it was just too much for me to handle! Now, I’m
thanking my mom daily for not letting me do that to my hair, because I
really love it now and I love that it’s bouncy and hydrated rather than
ruined, flat and fried.
How would you describe your hair?
all. The curls are big and do exactly what I want and I love it and feel
confident with it.
From another perspective, my hair IS me. It describes me, and represents
all my moods… it can be pulled back and hidden.. it can be braided
into tons of little braids who are all different yet a lot alike, or it
can be wild and all out there. I love my hair and how it represents who I
What is your current regimen? What products do you use?
hair and keeps it soft. Split ends disappear, and i feel totally
rejuvenated. What I do, is i take extra virgin olive oil- or just plain
vegetable oil- either one. (canola oil doesn’t make my hair smell so
olive-y) I heat it up in a pan on the stove, until it’s warm, about the
temp I take my showers. Then I have my mom or a friend or somebody
massage it into my hair, down to my scalp. I wrap a plastic bag around
my hair and sleep with it in (adding a towel in helps so your pillow
doesn’t get all oily) I wash it out the next day and heavily condition
it and it feels wonderful. I also use Moroccon oil as a sort of leave-in
kinda thing if I gotta get my hair to look less frizzy if I need to go
really quick after i jump out of the shower.
leave-in, as a gel- whatever! It smells great, and my hair absorbs it
really well so it doesn’t feel greasy.
about once ever week- or even less sometimes. My hair dries out super
easily and washing it too much really does a number on my curlies.
the sun really fries my hair and gives me super bad split-ends.
Who is your hair idol?
Connie- or my friend Gigi (who I mentioned earlier) My aunt connie who
is my biological aunt’s partner of about twenty five years, has really
similar hair to me. Whenever people used to ask me where I got my hair
(which they did- daily). Despite the fact that my aunt connie and I
weren’t blood-related- I’d always say “My aunt connie!” I love having
hair conversations with her and laughing about when I was a little kid.
She doesn’t anymore- but she used to rock her hair HUGE and I really
respect that in people who have curls.
about your girls as a nice shirt that accents your eyes- but instead
it’s your hair that accents your enthusiastic, beautiful personality!
That’s what has really gotten me.
Lastly, I want to leave you with a hard question. What would you say
to those who will look at this post with contempt and criticize us for
showcasing and featuring you because of obvious reasons?
of English in there somewhere…I’ve got no color in me… But that has
never stopped me from embracing my somewhat-ethnic hair. It doesn’t
matter what color your skin is, where you’re from or how you express
yourself…. it’s a matter of whether or not you’re going to accept
yourself. I definitely do… and my hair is a huge part of who I am so
if that means I have to prove that I’m worthy in the naturally curly
hair community, then so be it! But why get worked up about people being
who they really are? People who don’t accept that just haven’t accepted
themselves and to those of you who haven’t, I welcome you to delve into a
whole other world of self-exploration and amazement. Your hair (even if
it’s not kinky) should be a part of that!
recognizing me and asking me to be featured on your blog. It really
makes me so happy. I recently found a lady who will actually cut my hair
without hesitation. She encouraged me to check out some curly hair
blogs and that’s how I found you guys! Thanks.
What do you think? Should the ‘Natural Hair Police’ chill out and welcome Emma with open arms? We vote… YES!