Hair Story by Venice

I have beautiful brown hair which matches my hazel brown eyes and my beautiful long legs. My hair was on the mirror and so were my tears in 1983. My mother was mad mad mad. I was sad sad sad. 

1984,85, 86, 2011, 2012

My husband was shocked and so was I my hair fell from my shoulders to the ground, where was my hair? It could not be found once again. My hair is on the rebound.

Venice, 48, Female, Jamaica

#Cut

Hair Story by Kacy-Ann: To be Black & Free !!

No one combed my hair on a regular basis so it was relaxed at a very young age, then jerry curls (it grew) then relaxed again, it never grew. Did the big chop Aug.17.16 and it is quite lovely. Soft, wild and free. Fit for a Gemini like me. Struggling to maintain it but it is definitively worth it. To be Black & Free !!)

Kacy-Ann, 21, Female, Jamaica

#NaturalHair #Freedom

#ToBeBlackAndFree

Hair Story by Silvia: I bury it with my feelings

I just broke up with my boyfriend. After hanging up the phone I took a scissors I went to the restroom I cut my hair. Then I took it in a bag to bury it in the forest with my feelings. One day later I flow to Jamaica to start a new life with new hair.

Silvia, 26, Female, Spain

#Change #Cut #ReactionToEmotions

Hair Story by Samantha: I cut when I experience emotional trauma

I’m Indian and growing up in a predominantly black country, my hair was especially of notice. I was praised for it, it was my {identifier} Whenever I experience emotional trauma, my first instinct is to cut it. This mens break ups, failures, abuse. I cut it.

I cut it because when bad things happen I feel as though I lose myself, so I take away what people identify me by. I was raped. I want to save it all off.

Samantha, 19, Female, Antigua

#Identity 

#Cut #Change

Hair Story by Bev: the unexpected big chop

When I was about 3 years old, I had long brown hair. My mother loved to brush it and put it in pigtails and pony tails. We visited relatives in Canada. One of my aunts had very thin hair and didn’t like to see others with abundant hair. One day when my parents went to visit someone, my aunt took me to the hairdresser who cut my hair very short. When my parents returned to pick me up they found me in tears and my hair gone! They yelled at my aunt and then everyone was crying. Since then, I generally wear my hair mid-length as a tribute to my first hair that was crudely taken from me.

Bev, 60’s, Female, USA 

#ShortHair #Cut