In twenty years, this is what I want to see sitting opposite me when my husband and I go out for coffee. Is that too much to ask?
In twenty years, this is what I want to see sitting opposite me when my husband and I go out for coffee. Is that too much to ask?
Do I still love them? Oh my gosh, yes, yes I do. They make me feel on the outside like I feel on the inside. My hair is wild and just does it’s own thing. It can be pretty or tomboyish, depending what style I wear. I have had some critical comments – the most confronting was “Your hair really does look shit-house.” – but I just laugh it off. Dreadlocks, particularly on women, are still considered quite alternative. I love that I am not subscribing to the cultural expectations of beauty for women, and I feel proud to be different.
I’ve been looking for a job and wondering if my hair will impede my chances, but I just tell myself it’s just the same as having curly hair, especially when my dreads are pulled up in a Marieke. I’m trusting that my sparkling intelligence and formidable experience will bode me well, as well it should. Any place of business that refuses to employ a woman based on her hairstyle isn’t a place I’d want to work anyway.