Last night was awful! I couldn’t sleep. Maybe I drifted off for a few hours, but I woke up this morning still feeling tired. Today is the first day of 6th grade at my new Middle School and I will not know anyone there. All of my friends from elementary school went to Westmoore, but I was placed in another school since my teachers thought I would do better at an alternative school. No one asked me what I thought though.
I carefully picked my outfit for the first day of school to make sure it did not show too much of my awkward body. Over the summer, I grew about 6 inches but it seemed only in my torso. My legs remained short and stocky which made me so insecure that I refused to wear anything that revealed my thighs. So, I wore baggy jeans and a long t-shirt with my favorite band on the front.
My outfit was fine, but what I really worried about was my hair. I kept my hair in braids throughout the summer and when I took them out, I had a lot of breakage. My hair was so dry, and brittle I didn’t know what to do about it. I was so confused. Braids were supposed to help your hair grow, so how did it do the opposite to me? I was so embarrassed about how terrible my hair was that I could not walk through the doors of my new school like this. I had to do something.
I spent most of my summer getting lost reading novels at the library. Once I made my way through the teen fiction section, I decided to read some magazines. I had never noticed it before but there was a magazine called Essence that had a beautiful Black woman on the cover. I picked it up and one of the cover stories read, 5 Ways to Get Sexy and Sultry Hair. It was exactly what I needed.
I opened the magazine and skimmed through everything until I got to the article on hair. It showed some pretty hairstyles, but one of them was specifically for hair with breakage and damage. The style was called a weave. The model’s hair was so beautiful – long, wavy, flowing down her shoulders. I so completely wanted to have hair like that! I just knew it would solve all my hair issues and give me back my confidence. I knew a weave would make me beautiful again.
The next day I called a few friends and found a hairstylist who could do the style I wanted. I went to the beauty supply store to get the hair supplies I needed for the weave, got cash out of my savings account, and within a few days, made my way to the salon. After about 3 hours at the salon, I finally looked like the model in the magazine. My confidence slowly came back each time I looked in the mirror at my new 12 inches of Deep Wave #5. Now I was ready for school!
Even with my weave inspired self-esteem, I still felt out of place and afraid on the drive to school. Would people know it was a weave? Will people like my new hair? What will they say about it? Will they make fun of me? I felt my confidence slipping away.
As my Mom pulled to the front of the school, I realized there was no going back now.
It was early so classes had not started yet. I was told to go in the school auditorium to wait for first period. When I looked inside, I saw that the room was full and very few chairs were left open. I took a deep breath and walked down the center aisle in the auditorium to find a seat. I hadn’t made it to the middle of the aisle before someone yelled out, “WEAVE!” My stomach dropped into my ankles, and I stopped walking for just a second but immediately kept moving forward. I could hear a few people laughing as I took a seat near the front row of chairs. I barely moved the rest of the time until the bell rang for first period. I thought to myself, “This year is going to SUCK!”
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