The rituals. The roles and routines. There’s so much love invested in Black hair. It’s important that is recognized in society, and in healthcare.
There’s beauty, joy, effort. Tradition. Community.
Braids, Locs, Twists, Puffs.
Silk Press, Curls, Wash ‘n Gos.
In the journey of self-love, there are so many layers that have been connected to my hair.
The length & femininity.
Bump the “Beauty Standards”
My worth, the appearance of “professionalism“. I remember second guessing what hair style I should wear for interviews and career events. (P.S. Coily, Kinky, Curly hair is professional.)
Changing my hair style every week. Because I can. Because I’m creative. Inspired.
So much history in our crowns. Some moments taken away. And so many experiences reclaimed.
One day, Black Women will be left alone. With our hair, our bodies, our births. In our grief and our joy.
Black Hair is Beautiful.
Whether it’s a memory of having your hair washed in the sink, having mini barrettes, or holding your ear down to have your hair pressed: every ritual is important. Which slide resonates with you? If you are black, let me know which is your favorite! For me, it’s waking up in panic without my bonnet. Too much.