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?
I had a bright pink neck for months afterwards. Every two months or so I would go with my dad to pick up some kiddie perm
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!
Having natural hair has inspired me to be more conscious of what I put in or on my body and most importantly it has help me to be free. I feel so liberated knowing that I am a beautiful, kinky curly black women who understands that beauty comes in many forms and my hair is just one example of it.
My hair is no longer my crutch in a dark state of self-loathing, neither is it my crowning glory. Loving my hair as it is, has allowed me to love myself as I am, and this natural hair journey was the perfect catalyst for this state of introspection.
As a black woman, I have internalized so many messages that are vicious, and often subtle attacks on our subconscious and our entire being -- our skin, our bodies, and our hair. I have to fight against these messages for my daughter -- and yours -- every single day.
All women are beautiful, but I want my daughters to see that their beauty and their voice matter. Stand out and be who you are, and society will have no choice but to accept women of all colors with curvy hips and curly hair.
Little kink haired girl, you inspire me. Sitting with your texturally diverse friends while wearing your puffs and braids with casual confidence makes me feel so proud. When I was your age, I didn't know my hair. I only knew my relaxer.
With a busy career as an actress on "Orange Is the New Black," my life sometimes feels more out of control than ever. At the same time, I know that the opposite is also true: That I am the captain of my ship; I am the master of my fate. And I would never have known that if it were not for my hair.
I cannot and I will not say that I 100 percent adore my hair and feel great in it. The struggle is still very real for me. But I know that in time, maybe a couple years from now, I'll be at a different part of my journey and telling a different story.
Fall in love with your texture and your natural curls. Do not compare yourself to others, because this is your journey. That applies to products as well, what works for me may not necessarily work for you and vice versa.
Whether this 4C hair seems to twist on command or not, it's mine. It's beautiful and loving it means loving myself. Embracing my natural hair journey was freeing, exciting and worth every minute.
My choice is tempered with self-understanding and a healthy dose of self-love. The tale of my mane is a love story. It is a radical and political declaration of the love I have for myself. It's a sisterhood within me. My hair has history.