Ever heard that song? “I am not my hair, I am not my skin, I am not your expectations nooo.” No? Oh well. There’s a song to that effect. It’s by India Arie and it’s been playing in my head all week. Mainly because I twisted my hair this week and I hated it. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love my hair. But I certainly hate how I look in these twists. I’ve never really liked them actually and I used to vow never to do them because I always felt they made me look like a scruffy puppy or something along those lines.
One day though, I decided to give it a try because I thought maybe I was overthinking it. But alas my suspicions were confirmed; I looked exactly how I pictured I would look, scruffy and raggedy and lost (I speak for myself please, no disrespect to my natural hair sisters who rock the natural hair twist hairstyle, I actually love how it looks on other people), at least in my eyes. But then I got a compliment or two about how great I looked and then I didn’t feel so insecure and not good-looking anymore. I had found my confidence in other people’s opinions/approval/compliments about my hair.
After that, I did the hairstyle a few more times; mostly because of convenience and the kind of compliments I received when I did the hairstyle (because I mean even if I don’t look good to myself at least I look good to others right?) but the honest truth is I never really did like it.
So fast forward to this past week when I resorted to doing these twists again and I started having great hopes (as usual) that it won’t look as bad as I always anticipate. I was doing jumbo twists this time and I looove jumbo twists (though apparently micro twists look better 🤔) so I figured it was a shoo-in. But surprise surprise, by the time I was done with the twists I just wanted to take them out. But for the fact that it would have been a waste of my time and money and hair (because sis was really working on my roots at that salon 😩) I probably would have taken them out. All week, I was mildly depressed because I felt like I looked so frumpy. I got a compliment or two, but it did nothing to make myself look any better in my mind’s eye. I have a friend who especially loves when I do these twists and so when push came to shove I’d remind myself that at least he thought I looked good in them so that counts for something. Ha.
All week, I was mildly depressed because I felt like I looked so frumpy. I got a compliment or two, but it did nothing to make myself look any better in my mind’s eye.
One day this week, while I was in ‘ugly duckling’ mode, this song started playing in my head (and before you judge me about why it wasn’t a verse, may I announce to you that God speaks to us in different ways guys 😩). At first I just let it play. But then, the first line of the chorus kept playing over and over. And then I started to really think about it. What did India mean when she said that? Because obviously she’s not her hair because hair strands don’t sing 🤦🏾♀️ and neither do other inanimate objects for that matter such as ‘skin’ and ‘expectations’. But as I considered it, I realised that she’s right.
We often times find our identity in the things that the world uses to define us; cars, clothes, houses, jobs, family backgrounds, skin colour, tribe etc. But the truth is, we are NONE of those things. If we’re going to make progress in life and build an unwavering kind of confidence in God, we need to come to the point where we understand that our identity is founded on a Rock that does not move or change in the different seasons and times. I cannot over-emphasise this enough, you are who God says you are!! And that fact doesn’t change. It withstands the test of time despite the weather, season, hairstyle or skin break out.
If we’re going to make progress in life and build an unwavering kind of confidence in God, we need to come to the point where we understand that our identity is founded on a Rock that does not move or change in the different seasons and times.
I am beautiful not because a hairstyle I do really suits me or that dress makes my skin colour pop. I am beautiful because God says I am. Because my beauty is inherent. I mean yes they say a woman’s glory is her hair but then what does that suggest about my bald sisters out there? That they aren’t glorious enough? (I am secretly living through these people I’ve actually wanted to get a haircut for the longest time). Of course not! We are all filled with glory and splendor because we are His.
I am beautiful not because a hairstyle I do really suits me or that dress makes my skin colour pop. I am beautiful because God says I am.
Whether or not I have dreads or a chicken perm wouldn’t change my personality or character or heart or who I am in Him, which is what true beauty is about. I mean don’t get me wrong; by all means look good and feel good! But don’t let it be on account of fleeting things like how long your hair is or how shiny it is that you draw your confidence about your looks. I am striving to get to a place in my life where I fully recognise that no matter how bad I think I look in a hairstyle or no matter how few compliments I get about something, I am beautiful regardless. Because God says so.
I pray that everyone will also get to that place of understanding in their lives where they fully believe and acknowledge that the legitimacy of their beauty is in how wonderfully God has made them and what He says about them; not what the world says. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Next time you’re feeling like an ugly duckling, just echo the words of cousin David and say to God:
“Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.”
-Psalms 139:14 NLT
I AM NOT MY HAIR. And neither are you! 😊