It’s hard having nappy hair in a white man’s world…

I’ve never been the girl to complain much about her body. I don’t talk about my thighs being fat, my butt being too big or my stomach looking like a tub of Crisco that could be mixed up into a nice batch of biscuits. (Not that it could). I have mentioned on this blog an interest in implants, but if I ever get the money for plastic titties, I might end up buying a car instead. I’m naturally practical. * wink *

However, the one thing on my body that I am most self-conscious about, is my hair. Weird? Right? Well, I am mixed and apparently my black side didn’t get the memo that my white side sucks at hair care. I have what my friends’ would call, “nigga hair.” I mean I’ve seen worse, don’t get it twisted, my sh*t is not as bad as it could be...

but things could always be better…

I give props to sistas like Natural Muze, who wear their hair natural without hesitation. I couldn’t do it. I would be stressed out in the mirror all day, wondering if I looked okay. I mean there are a lot of hair care products available today. Everywhere I look, women have their hair whipped up nice. I just don't have the time or the energy to deal with my hair and then I end up in situations like these-----> for example ... I got really irritated at work last night, because of some guy I work with. He had the nerve to say to me, “make sure that you get your hair done by Wednesday, because um yeah...” (And he made a face).

Ok first of all, nobody asked you. Second, I was actually planning on getting it done today, but he didn’t need to know that. No, this guy wasn’t my boss. It was just some guy that I work with. And I’m not going to lie, my hair was looking rough last night at work, lol, but I don’t have time to get it done all the time.

The thing that got to me the most, is that this guy is black. Black guys should know better than to tell a sista about her hair. If she don’t already know, which she usually does, she still doesn’t need to hear it...