THE ONE WITH THE CURLY BROWN HAIR
I lived in Stockholm for a few months back in 2009, in what was known as one of the coldest winters the city has seen in over a decade. This, however, did not stop me from exploring the city’s most lively shopping streets, Drottninggatan, even on some of the coldest nights.
Walking down the shops-filled lane, there was more than H&M Home Store that caught my eyes (Back in 2009 it has just opened its doors). I was fascinated with the incredibly great looking, effortlessly chic women. Blond straight hair, big blue or green eyes, tall and sleek…it was all so very beautiful.
I, off course, was the odd one out; with curly brunette locks, brown eyes and a less than fair skin. Not being entirely comfortable in the spotlight, I must have dreaded walking into the office for days for fear of being stared at. Then one day, I went for lunch with a group of colleagues and just as I sat down, a girl turned to me and said “I wish I had a hair like yours!” and I couldn't be more puzzled. The girl was gorgeous and had sleek blond hair that a million girls will kill for. But the more friends I made, the more comments I got on my looks, and the more I understood that just as I was looking at their difference with awe, they have also been admiring my uniqueness.
Back home, almost every girl I know has curly hair. I never looked at it as a characteristic but rather another struggle to an already-complicated daily beauty routine. In Stockholm, it was where I discovered how beauty comes in different shapes and sizes. It was my epiphany. Not only did I come back concluding a great new career milestone but it was then that I discovered a new sense of confidence in being different, being natural and in just being me.
Ever since, I rarely tried to tame my wild hair, straighten it (not that often anyways) or try to look like someone else but rather always celebrated the fact that it defines me and is part of who I am.
Stay different, stay confident, and celebrate your uniqueness in the best way you know. Every woman deserves to feel pretty and part of our womanhood is our responsibility to make one another feel so.
What do you believe is unique about you? When and what was your “Stockholm” moment? (How did you find confidence in being different). I am very eager to hear your stories.