Relationships are so important but challenging. I feel society creates unwarranted competitiveness amongst women that causes us to sabotage instead of support one another. That’s why I want to share information about those who have helped and continue to help me along my hair journey. These are women whom I love and respect. They are insatiable, brillant, positive and vibrant. Some will be bloggers and vloggers but others will be Curl Friends from around the way, family, friends and classmates. Game recognizes game so it’s only right that I pay my respects. ✊
NaTruReaLEE, my first feature has to be about my mama. After all, she is the first person who cared for my hair and my biggest influence. Her name is Mary.
Mom lost her eyebrows, lashes, and the rest of her body hair to chemo. Most of it grew back but there were about three different textures on her head. The top was especially thin so she’s worn it short since then.
Mom’s hair started thickening again in 2014 and she was diagnosed with breast cancer again. This time her hair didn’t fall out. She decided to become a walking, talking breast cancer awareness billboard. She dyed her hair pink and rocked it almost a year.
She’s still battling this disease and her hair has been a huge part of this fight. She’s taking a preventative medication that makes her hair very dry and brittle.
It fell out in patches last month after she coiled the back. They weren’t tight coils but her hair wasn’t moisturized and it just broke off overnight. She maintained her composure but I could tell it bothered her. I felt so bad for her. She’s dealing with other side effects from the chemotherapy too. Its not easy at all. She decided to get a hair cut last weekand it did wonders for her spirit. It’s like it gave her strength to keep fighting. Hair is powerful. I love my mom for showing the world how to beat cancer with grace and style. She doesn’t just fight like a girl, she fights like a Curlie Girl.💪💁💓👠👢👑💅👊✊.
I recently realized I have a passion for natural hair during on my journey toward self-acceptance and love. So much of who I am has always revolves around my hair. It reflects how I feel about myself internally. When I am depressed or stressed, I don't do my hair. If I do look like a million bucks, I feel like a million bucks, even if I'm flat broke. I started documenting my transition on Facebook and it spread to Instagram. I have been amazed at how I have come to love my kinks and curls. I didn't even know how to care for it when a started transitioning. It has been so liberating. I assumed the name LoveLEE around the same time as my transition because I needed to remind myself that I'm worthy of love. The image of women like me is skewed by the media and negative stereotypes. I refuse to confine since of love and beauty to society's standards. I'm starting this blog so other women will know that they don't have to be boxed in either. You are beautiful and flawless just the way you are.