Personal Narrative: My Hair And Stereotypes
When I first recognized beauty standards: There’s this one picture of my sister and I from a
photoshoot we did a long, long time ago that we always put up on display because my mother
loves it. In the picture, I have a small amount of makeup on and my hair is silky straight unlike it’s
usual, natural state which is bouncy and somewhat frizzy spirals that I had inherited from my
mother and grandmother and now love and take pride in. I was around eight years old and I
remember little flashes of the pre-photoshoot hair and makeup. I remember the beautician, Crystal
asking me whether I wanted pink or golden, and then picking Golden. At one point while Crystal
was detangling my tangled, curly hair, I distinctly remember her saying
photoshoot we did a long, long time ago that we always put up on display because my mother
loves it. In the picture, I have a small amount of makeup on and my hair is silky straight unlike it’s
usual, natural state which is bouncy and somewhat frizzy spirals that I had inherited from my
mother and grandmother and now love and take pride in. I was around eight years old and I
remember little flashes of the pre-photoshoot hair and makeup. I remember the beautician, Crystal
asking me whether I wanted pink or golden, and then picking Golden. At one point while Crystal
was detangling my tangled, curly hair, I distinctly remember her saying