What I consider beautiful and why it started with my hair

I’d like to consider for a moment what beauty means to you as a woman. Not just as a characteristic of a person’s appearance but as a measure of confidence and a perpetual feeling of self-satisfaction. We all want to feel beautiful and the very idea of beauty is wildly open to interpretation; as the eye of the beholder tells us.

Every one of us wants to present the best side of ourselves to the world. We all have unique talents and gifts that are wrapped up in the skin we were born in. We have no choice about it but we can certainly make the best of it. Our modern world does its best to make sure attraction and emotional well-being are intrinsically linked.

Anyone growing up in the '90s with curly hair would have been forgiven for thinking that super sleek hair was the pinnacle of beauty and will have no doubt dabbled in hair extensions; particularly weaving due to the suitability for the hair type. Hair straighteners seemed like a gift brought down from the gods to save us from a lifetime of frizz; we could finally tame the unruly beehive on our heads.

I can still remember the first time I saw my hair straight. It was an awakening and I had no words. It looked longer, healthier, shiner and I beamed with delight. How could I ever want anything else but this? Fast forward to 2016 and we find ourselves with a very different perspective. Beauty has changed, poker straight hair has been forgotten along with CD players and floppy disks. Now we look to people like Solange Knowles and her brushed out curls, Cara Delevingne for her long beach waves, even tight curls like Angela Bassett's are admired like never before.

And more than ten years of the damage from our beloved hair straighteners and hair dye has caused the kind of damage that has made it difficult to achieve some of the images that we now consider the most beautiful. After damaging my own hair, I can remember the feeling of seeing my hair for the first time with hair extensions.  The familiar feeling of delight and contentment washed over me as I once again felt beautiful. It was fuller, bouncier and flicked out in all the right places. I could fill my head with rollers all day to lift my hair sky high and turn heads when I walked into a room.

No one would disagree that despite our influence from mainstream media, the most important kind of beauty can be found from within, using our skills and talents such as charisma intelligence and grace. However, confidence; which itself emits a beauty, comes from a deep satisfaction that you are finally content with what you see.