I was one of those girls who mostly sat at the back and spoke when I was coaxed into speaking.
public speaking
afro
It lowkey breaks my heart to say this, but I’m not convinced that America is ready for a First Lady who wears her hair in all of its unfettered natural, highly textured glory.
glitter
Holos. Flakies. Glitters. Glass fleck. Women are buying nail polishes like these with a quickness.
citizenship
It took 10 years, but I finally became an American.
afro
I've got my airport security routine down to a science. But on my last flight out of Chicago the female TSA agent gave me a somewhat apologetic look, reached for a pair of blue plastic gloves and said she'd have to "examine" my hair.
beauty
As fluffy and fun and fabulous as my hair might appear to be (and it is all of those things), I’m not a poodle.
