My hair was never meant to be straightened.
My kinks are my origin.
They curl, locking in my identity.
I wear this crown not to please you, … 140 more words
Last night I cried for a long time after getting into a hurtful discussion on Facebook. It was entirely unexpected because I can safely say I didn’t wake up on Monday morning and expect to find myself dropped into a national debate on hair. 1,414 more words
I’m still on a natural high and loving the freedom of Sisterlocks! I never have to wonder what I’ll do with my hair, and my hair will never be my excuse for not being ready at a moment’s notice.327 more words