Hair. My hair. Your hair. Our hair. Can you tell I want to talk about hair? MY hair to be specific. I love my hair. It's unique, different, and it suits me. It is my statement. Hair does not define us, not by a long shot. But when I think about things about myself, I think about my hair, as I'm sure you do as well. Its how we describe each other, its a stand out characteristic. So many colors, lengths, styles and textures. Although sometimes born with so little, we are all born with it. And it is typically the first thing you see when we enter the world. So let me ask you this... do you love your hair? And if so, what exactly do you love about it?
In a world full of diversity, comes hair diversity. I tend to look at someone's hair first or whatever their head consists of. Whether you have a bald head or wearing a cap to hide it all. People are looking.
Lately there has been this huge wave of naturalists, I am apart of that wave. I love when my hair is at its most natural state. So raw and untamed. So me.
This wave of naturalists has been the best thing to happen to black girls in America, everywhere actually. In my opinion, it feels like we are accepting our hair and all it has to offer, and there was a time when we would straighten and try to hide our natural kinks and coils. But in this day in age we could not be happier to nourish and promote them. It makes me feel proud. Proud of my hair and my heritage.
