As a young woman of color who is of African descent, I use my hair to define myself, my culture, and my heritage. Growing up, I often remember sitting in my mother’s lap while she braids my hair for the hairstyle of the week. I disliked the process because I had to be still, but I have now come to appreciate these moments because of the meaningful memories I made talking with my mother. She would listen as I chattered on and on about various topics. Every time I do my hair, I remember her love.