As a woman of color, I can't say there was ever a time I wanted to be anyone other than who I am ... who I was born to be. With all our differences, I realized at a very young age that we were not born to blend in, but meant to stand out. Yellow pencil conformity was never really my thing. When my soul cringed and my spirit challenged me to look deeper into any situation or ideology that demanded such a shift and stymied growth, I did. Still do. I'm a bit of a paradox that way. Always have been.
So it does my heart a warming justice to see sisters by the millions, I suspect, cutting off their chemically processed hair and embracing the beauty of their naturally, voluminous, curly mane. In full glory it reminds me of a King of some place ....
As a contributing writer to BlackHairKitchen.com (BHK), I encourage you to check out the website as it offers a one-stop shop to sisters no matter how you choose to rock your hair and a forum for exchange of ideas. The official site launch is slated for March. I'll be contributing in the Natural Hair section, focusing on my daughter's hair journey and also in Health (Physical/Spiritual/Mental).
Click the beautiful logo with the sister rocking both natural and relaxed hair for my first post regarding the question most mothers of color find ourselves asked at one time or another: "Why is my hair big and poofy?"
Till next time, stay warm of heart and body. We're freezing over here. Overall, it has been a rather mild winter, so I shan't complain.