Be Honest. Do You Really Want Honesty?

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Honesty is a natural behavior that toddlers, who are learning the English language, put into practice by stating random facts that are blatantly true. For example, a toddler may point at a bottle of milk and say “milk”. Afterward, they will look to the parent or person around for the approval of what they just did. This is where we learn that Fact = Truth. They either receive a happy yes or a scolded no. As a child, we do this all the time until we say something that hurts someone else. A child may look at a person’s hair and say out loud, “Mommy, her hair is black and blonde”. The child is then reprimanded by the parent. The majority of the child’s learning up until this point has been to be observant and identify what they see. So, why was this moment different? Well, the woman naturally had jet black hair and her roots were growing out. The child was just identifying that the woman had two different hair colors. The child couldn’t have known that to point out the woman’s roots would cause her to be offended. However, the child was still punished for the action that they had been taught to practice all along.

At this age, we also are learning another aspect of honesty. Let’s say a kid breaks something while the parent wasn’t looking. The parent asks them if they broke it. Out of fear of getting in trouble, the kid lies and says, “No”. The parent then says “Are you telling the truth?…Tell me the truth.” The child confesses that they broke the item and at that moment they learn the lesson Honesty = Truth. I bring up these examples because many times as an adult I have heard people say that they value honesty the most in a person. However, I have also experienced seeing these same people become upset because of this same honesty that they value so much. So it leads me to the question, “Do we really want honesty?”. When people speak of honesty it is usually seen as an admirable and attractive characteristic. However, oftentimes honesty can be very ugly.

I am not perfect. I have said things bluntly and honestly that may have caused someone to be hurt or offended. I may not have even realized it because I thought I was just doing what they wanted me to do. Be honest. Honesty equals telling the truth, right? I have even said things honestly about people’s personalities and their bodies without a second thought. Those same people have since come to me and expressed how much I hurt them. I, of course, apologize and take full responsibility for causing them harm. However, that still leaves my question unanswered. Do we really want honesty? I later realized, through analyzing my relationship with my mom, what people may really want. Every time I come home my mother points out something on my body as if I don’t already know it’s there. It is my body. At some point in adulthood, I asked myself why do I ask my mother questions if I don’t like her answers? What do I want from her? She is being honest. She is just telling the truth, right? Then it clicked. Her honesty is her truth, not mine. I wanted to hear my truth from her mouth. I wanted her to read my mind and give me the validation that I needed from her without clearly communicating what I needed from her at all. I could be speculating here, but what if that’s what we are doing with everyone in our lives. What if, we are passing along what we hold as our truths on to other people thinking it’s their truth as well, and what if they aren’t clearly telling us what they need at that moment whether it’s our honest truth or comfort/validation.

Some people may argue with me and say, “Well sometimes people want validation for bad actions. Why would I validate bad actions?”. That may very well be true. I feel like I’m back in my college philosophy class when I say this but, they did a bad action according to what or whom? What constitutes a good or bad action? Depending on the person and their situation anyone can justify their actions as good or bad. One thing is for sure, whatever they choose to do is a reflection of their truth on the inside. So I guess before giving your answer, clearly ask them “Do you want my honest truth or do you want validation for your actions?”. Then depending on their answer, either give it to them or don’t. Our world is not someone else’s world, our truth is not someone else’s truth. In knowing that, I don’t believe that we can assume that the other person will know what kind of honesty we need or want from them. Nor, can we assume that the honesty we have is the honesty that a person wants or needs. At that moment, I guess you will learn whether your truth lines up with someone else’s truth. That then leads me to another question, should we only surround ourselves with others whose truths line up with our own? What are your thoughts?

Hair and Hormones

Photo Credit: BreeAnne ClowdusTitle: Growth

Photo Credit: BreeAnne Clowdus

Title: Growth

For years, I have looked at myself in the mirror asking my non-existent Dad the question, “Why did you make me so hairy?”. —African American Female, Age 23, Performer

I wanted to start off the conversation with hair because everyone has it. Whether it’s very noticeable or not. I began to realize how hairy I was when I was in middle school. When you look at me and see my skin you automatically would see my hair. It was a package deal. I was/am what most kids my age would call redbone, light-skinned, or mixed. (Even though both of my parents are black, people still assumed I was mixed because at that age you are what you look like). So it was really easy to see the thick dark hair against my light skin. The first body part I started to shave was my legs. I was in P.E. and another girl pointed out to me that my legs were super hairy. Of course, she decided to point this out in front of other girls in the class. They asked me if I shave. When I said no, they told me that I needed to. I was already at the age of comparing myself to what other girls look like. However, it was worse since I was on the cheer squad as well. I saw girls whose skin was clear from hair and blemishes. I didn’t realize it then, but I was equating the lack of hair with being beautiful. When wearing the cheer uniforms, my legs, armpits, and even stomach could be seen. So I started shaving my legs and armpits first since it was the area that is seen the most. However, once I noticed hair in one place it was as if I could see the hair any and everywhere on my body. I felt like I had a hair disease. I had shaved my arms, my legs, my armpits, and my stomach. Now of course my mom didn't think I should start shaving. She didn't even know I was shaving until the razor bumps and scars started to form due to the regrowth of my hair. My mom felt that hair was “sexy.” However, whenever my mom said that I immediately gagged at those words coming out of her mouth.

I was constantly shaving incorrectly. Consequentially making razor scars and bumps. Then one day, I looked down and saw the hair growing out of the sides of my underwear. I freaked out. I wondered, how I would be able to change in the locker room or wear my cheer uniform with all that hair growing. I had nightmares about doing a toe touch and people seeing my pubic hair from the bleachers. So I started shaving there as well. I love my mom. She didn't want me shaving, so she didn't really teach me how to shave out of protest. She tried to tell me that hair is beautiful and that some men think it’s sexy. (In my mind, I pictured the grossest man in the world being attracted to a woman with hair.) Well, her hair was thin on her body. She didn't have thick, black, and coarse hair. When she shaved there were no marks left behind. She had no hair on her stomach, breast, chest, or chin. It was hard to listen to my mom because her hair struggles weren't the same as mine. I felt bad because the mother of my two best friends at the time would shave their bodies for them to make sure they were doing it right. Other friends tried to help me by giving their advice, but we were all figuring it out at the same time. Which automatically meant that the help was limited.

Now fast forward to today, I find out I have PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome). PCOS is the number one cause of hair growth and other hormonal issues in women. I now have semi-permanent scaring on my stomach, chin, and bikini line. Mostly due to constantly shaving, plucking, and ingrown hairs. I have turned to the waxing method because it provides better results, but those scars still remain as a constant reminder of a time when I hated my own body and skin. To tell you the truth I am still self-conscious about it. I wasn't okay until I started having to change in front of other girls in college for theatre shows. I finally noticed I wasn't the only one.

I wish I was educated more about how normal and different hair is. I wish I was taught early on, the harmful consequences of shaving incorrectly or too frequently. I wish PCOS, and other normal female hormonal challenges were taught to me early on. I wish someone had told me those things so that I wouldn't have been walking around thinking that something was wrong with just me and me alone. Because of how I felt growing up, my idea of beauty was altered. For me, it wasn't about size or height. You could be super tiny or super thick, but in my eyes as long as you didn't have hair in undesirable places I thought your body was beautiful. I later realized that depending on your ethnicity and cultural background hair can actually be viewed in a positive light.

What was your experience with hair growth? Is it praised in your culture? Is it talked about? If not, what would you say to your younger self that you wish someone had said to you?