My hair is one of those things that I had to learn to love.

I am 28 now and only started my natural hair journey at 26, which means that I spent most of my life not knowing what to do with my hair, hating it, and straightening it until it nearly fell out.

I am from a very mixed background and went to school with a lots of girls who weren’t as mixed as me, whose hair were different to mine. These girls were trying to ‘fix’ what I had on my head and used this difference to mock me, making me feel very insecure.
Despite this painful experience, I now see my hair as my best feature. It moves with the wind, it can be big and crazy today and be smaller and tight the next day.

Different moods that made me deeply fall in love with my natural curls.

If I could get back the years that I spent not liking my hair, I would have been me this whole time. 

I am a beauty blogger and what I noticed is that the representation of women of colour in the beauty industry is inexistent.
I am talking about an industry in which people see my hair type as novelty, as something cute and fun, when in reality this should simply be seen as my hair. This won’t change until straight hair stops being seen as the norm, as the only presentable and valuable option.