My hair is a big signature statement for me and it has gone through many variations in my life.
For the past couple of years, I started to see my hair as a clear representation of my womanhood and my blackness.
It’s a great tool that shapes my identity and gives me great confidence.
It took me a long time to figure how to care for my hair properly but I really saw this journey as an adventure rather than a challenge. However, people (such as my mother) who never embraced their natural hair, were challenges to face.
My mother used to point out how ‘messy’ my hair looked, encouraging me to relax it.
Now taking a step back, I believe that she had a particular idea of what a professional woman should look like. With this texture on my head, I simply wasn’t a good match.
Those negative chatters don’t have to sit with me though. It’s my hair and I don’t allow people’s negative opinion to hinder the way I live.
Growing up in Britain, surrounded by magazines showcasing blond girls only, surely impacted me.
Such lack of representation means that from a young age, I had to look for strong black references myself.
Discussing natural hair journeys with friends is part of the process. It helps each of us to fall in love with our textures and nurture this connexion we have with our hair.
I never saw the media as a way to build my confidence, I never waited for the media or society’s validation. People are fascinated by us, they are intrigued by the fact that our hair can be twisted, braided but also straightened.
We are incredible creatures and we need to use what’s in ourselves to build and create instead of waiting for validation.