In this reflection we talk about the thing that should be simple but somehow is not.
Hair. It grows from your head. It has texture, color, curl patterns, thickness. It does what it does. In a reasonable world, this would be unremarkable.
And yet. Somewhere along the way, hair became loaded with meaning it never asked for. Professional versus unprofessional. Neat versus messy. Appropriate versus too much. As if follicles have opinions about dress codes.
If your hair does not fit neatly into a narrow definition of acceptable, you know the weight of this. The calculations before meetings. The comments from relatives. The unsolicited advice. The hands that reach without asking.
Here is what is true: your hair is not a problem to be solved. It is not a statement unless you want it to be. It is not asking for feedback.
The versatility of textured hair—curls, coils, waves, whatever yours does—is not a burden to manage. It is possibility. You can wear it a hundred different ways or the same way forever. Both are valid. Neither requires explanation.
Some days you will style it one way because you feel like it. Some days another way because that is what works. The freedom is in the choosing. Not in meeting someone else's standard of what hair should look like.
The questions may still come. You get to decide if you answer them. You can educate if you want to. You can also just exist. Your hair does not owe anyone a conversation or a touch.
What you put on your head—or do not put on it—is yours. The products, the styles, the time you spend or do not spend. All of it. Yours.
Hair is just hair. The fact that it became anything more says nothing about you. Wear it however feels right. It has always belonged to you.