Cutting the Ties: Why Your Hair Doesn’t Define You (And Why That’s a Good Thing)

I rarely talk about this period of my life because it’s not a pleasant time to relive. I’ve spent my entire life stressing over my hair, unhappy that it was never as long and as straight as my cousins in Colombia. I can’t remember a time when my hair wasn’t being pressed, relaxed, colored, weaved, or something. Like most little Black girls, I spent way too many Saturdays in beauty salons rather…