Our group chat, The Girls Room, is full of articles and product recommendations.
At home, we mattered.
At home, our questions and concerns did not go ignored.
It started off simply.
How could I make it last, I wondered?
How could I be smooth and golden all day?
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My sister let me in on the secret.
Yes, it doubled the length of my ritual, but I havent looked back since.
From then on, my sister became a trusted authority on the ways of the world.
At school, we wore uniforms.
The only hint of individuality to be found was in our hair.
For years, I wore my hair in cornrows or plain black box braids.
And when it did, I was amazed.
Experimenting with hair color had never seemed possible for me.
All the depictions of Black women with colorful hair I saw in the media were stereotypical and unfavorable.
Watching her come into her beauty as she grew up allowed me to embrace my own.
Her confidence gave me permission to find some for myself.
And knowing that I filled that role for my younger sisters inspired me to do the same.
As we got older, our concerns changed.
What was the best way to fadehyperpigmentation?
Was it normal to have dark knees?
As weve grown, the process has become more sophisticated, but it hasnt changed.
We text each other questions instead of typing them into Google.
We send each other pictures on our best skin days.
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