Free the curl, free the spirit

Today I had my first haircut in more than 7 months and does it feel good. The regrowth I could handle, but the lack of curl was really getting me down. I spent the best part of my youth cursing my curls. They made me stand out and never behaved, everyday I would wake up to a new head of hair to tame into submission. I longed for straight hair that could be cut into a nice neat bob.

I’ve grown to love my curls. They are as much a part of me as my unique voice, body and way of seeing the world. I love their wildness and unpredictability and now that I’ve given up trying to tame them, they’re delightfully low maintenance. When I wake up, I celebrate they’ve done all the hard work for me!

Loving ourselves and each other just as we are, in our wild glorious uniqueness feels like it could be the most important work in the world right now.

Do you relate? Is there a part of you that you once tried to domesticate or banish and now runs free/er with you? I’d love to know! With much love, xAmanda