I love seeing my mom and my daughter embrace their natural hair. I'm glad I've embraced it, too.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I actually love my natural hair when it's in a twist out and it's been slept on for five days and revived by the steam of the shower.
I love my hair. When I was young it had weird kinks and cowlicks in it, but I just grew into it. You grow into a lot of things.
I love being natural. I never feel more beautiful then after I've been to the beach and my hair's just a crazy mess of salt curls, or when I've just been outside all day hiking.
I decided to start embracing and wearing my natural hair, but there was only one problem; I didn't know what to do with it or how to style it. Growing up, all I knew was my relaxed, processed hair, so I had to go through this learning phase.
I love having my hair back. It is so important to how you feel, how you dress, how you look.
I do like my hair. It took a while to come around to the fact that it was quite a unique value point.
I love having my hair blown dry by a stylist and I also truly enjoy being with my friends and family.
I'm learning with the older that I get that some feelings are just universal and that I'm not the only one who hates their hair or their life at times.
It breaks my heart that I don't see my daughters every day, don't get to hug them and brush their hair.
My hair has never been my greatest feature, so that was funny enough unto itself that my hair became so focused on.
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