Henna

My earliest memories of femininity are tied to my mother and grandmother preparing henna for their hair—a ritual of beauty, care, and pain. Inherited routines carried with them the weight of European beauty ideals, where long, straight hair was the standard. My mother’s frustration with my different hair type led to years of relaxers and heat, turning my hair into a source of insecurity.

Through my own hair care journey, I discovered how to nurture it properly and, in turn, how to embrace myself. Learning to love my curls and twists freed me from the idea that hair defines confidence, allowing me to reclaim beauty on my own terms.