I buy what makes my heart sing. So, it’s not that I follow one specific track. It’s sort of what I like. I love colors. I love unique pieces. I love vintage clothing.
My mom would leave her job, and there would be throngs of people screaming and banging on our car. I come from a very private family, but I was born into a public family.
Someone asked me recently, “Do you get sick of people asking you about your hair?” And the reason I don’t is because I actually feel like you could chronicle my journey of self-acceptance through my journey with my hair. It’s a badge of something bigger.
When I’m not working, I spend a lot of time on my hair. When it’s time for my hair to get some rest, I either wear it in a ponytail, bun or my favorite “milkmaid” braid.
My generation is one of the first generations of “choiceful” women – women who have actually had the choice of how they architect their lives – and I don’t think shame should have any place in that. But as that generation, you get cuts and bruises.
I sometimes think to myself, you’re not going to meet a new friend of any kind at home in front of the TV with your DVR. As much as it’s great, and there are so many good shows on TV, and I have great books that I’m reading, get out and interact with people.
Self-care of all kinds is a huge part of my life. I really encourage other women and other people to really put self-care – and that includes the beauty regime, how you eat, all of that – into your body.
