• Part 5: Self-Love, Confidence & Celebrating Every Hairstyle

    We’ve explored the politics, the pressure, and the perceptions tied to Black hair. Now, we end this series with what matters most: self-love. Because whether it’s a short cut, braids, a wig, a ponytail, or a twist-out…every style is still YOU. Here’s the truth:✨ Wigs are not self-hate.✨ Natural doesn’t mean superior.✨ Every look tells a story. Black hair is…
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    Part 4: Black Hair in the Workplace & The Fight for The CROWN …

    Hair and the job, it’s always been more than “just a style.” For decades, Black hair has been judged as “unprofessional,” “distracting,” or “not ready” for the workplace. And it’s not just everyday people. Even at the highest levels, from the White House to Hollywood, our hair has been politicized. 📌 Michelle Obama admitted she waited until she left the…
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    Part 3: Navigating Wash Days, Protective Styles & Showing Up Anyway

    Let’s be real: there’ve been times I skipped out on plans because my hair wasn’t “done.” Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I didn’t feel presentable. If you’ve ever canceled on a friend or avoided being seen because your wash day wasn’t lining up, then you already know this struggle. But here’s the truth: life keeps moving.…
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    Part 2: Navigating Black Hair & Identity

    Every hairstyle tells a story. Some days, my coils make me feel unstoppable. Braids remind me of my roots. A wig? That’s my quick-change cape—perfect for when I need a switch-up or just don’t feel like doing my hair. A twist-out feels like freedom, a bun is sleek and simple, and a head-wrap always crowns me as queen. But here’s…
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    Part 1: The Crown Before the Storm | Black Hair Politics & Identity

    Before I ever questioned my hair, I loved it. Or maybe… I just didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to. I was the little Black girl sitting between her mother’s legs, getting her hair greased and parted. I was “tender-headed,” but still—there was something sacred about that moment. My hair was mine. It wasn’t political. It wasn’t too much. It just…
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