This project has #blackgirlmagic written all over it.
My natural hair journey has taught me that my beauty is not defined by my hair texture. I am beautiful because I have the courage to celebrate and embrace my authentic self.
I blossomed when my hair was growing and full. To me, healthy means beautiful, -- whether it's healthy skin, healthy teeth or healthy hair -- it all equates to being beautiful. Healthy hair is beautiful.
Collectively our voices are effecting changes in creating a more inclusive standard of beauty. Everyday that we learn more about our hair and document our experiences publicly is another day we support a Black woman who is nervous about finally coming into her own and accepting her natural hair.
I know that once I begin my career search, my natural hair will be frowned upon. But then again, why would I want to work for an employer who can't appreciate my race and all it has to offer?
It's been two years since my final relaxer and 16 months since my big chop and I couldn't be happier! Seeing my thick, dense, coarse and kinky hair was like meeting myself for the first time. My hair is a lovely deep black -- nowhere near the light brown, reddish color I'd always believed it to be.
I grew into the woman I am today. I've reached a level of freedom and it all started with me cutting away the pieces of me that once hindered me: self-deprecating thoughts and my relaxed hair.
I had been told numerous times in my adulthood that I should have gone to beauty school. I didn't know natural hair would lead me into the business of educating the masses on hair care, but I'm so glad it did!
