How Has Your Mother Impacted Your Beauty Awareness? How will You Influence Your Daughter's?
This Mother's Day, SheaMoisture is opening up the conversation about mothers and their impact on our beauty awareness. How do you plan to guide your daughter in her journey of self-acceptance and in celebration of her unique beauty? Share with us your "Hair Raising" experiences.
My mother impacted my beauty awareness in that now I'm completely comfortable with wearing my natural hair I'm public and not hiding behind my box braids like I once did. I'm more focused on how I define my beauty versus how the world defines what beauty is. I will influence d my daughter by exposing her to the variety of beauty in the world but more importantly teaching her that her beauty isn't defined by the narrow guidelines that people create.
I think the impact my mom had on my beauty awareness was more indirect. She never sat me down and lectured me on beauty or anything. She did groom me and get me ready when I was little, but as I grew older she was more hands off and let me do my thing. But I watched her and saw how she presented herself, and that always influenced me and how I present myself. I'm a little more laid back than she is when it comes to beauty, so I think I'll be this way with my daughter. I want to teach my daughter most importantly, not to compare yourself to others. We're all beautiful in our way, and beauty is not just on the outside but on the inside. Too many women look at each other and are envious, aspiring to be what they can't be. I want to show my daughter that you have to accept yourself and your own beauty.
My mother has always been a huge inspiration to me for many reasons. Growing up, I enjoyed observing her captivating presence with such a ladylike, quiet demeanor. She was never loud or obnoxious, she always kept to herself when walking into a room--yet all eyes were always on her. I loved it. She taught me how to first focus on embracing my inner beauty and intelligence, letting it shine through my personal style and outer beauty to make a statement on its own.
My grandma (who raised me) always had a problem with coily hair. She told me that, the society just accept straigth hair I in order to fit in, I have to follow the spirit. She hated braids, afro puff. Thanks God, my dad who is a rastafarian, never let me forget how beautiful I was. He was always there to remind me of it. Now that I have a 1 year old girl, I'm looking foward for that mom-girl experience that I was not able to enjoy. I make sure that I tell her how beautiful she is. I want her to be confident no matter what.
Do not have a daughter
My mother didn't know what to do with my hair. We have pretty much the opposite hair types: she struggles with volume, I sometimes wish I had less of it. Her hair is naturally straight, mine is a mix of 3a ringlets and heat-damaged "s" waves from years of flat-ironing. I don't think she meant to do it, but for most of my life (I'm in my late 20s), she taught me that my curls were somehow not desirable (unless they were manufactured by foam curlers or a curling iron for the prom). Hair is important to my mother, and "neat, tidy hair" is something that has been passed down genetically, I am convinced, from my grandmother who could not stand messy hair on anyone!I hope that no matter what kind of hair my daughter or son has that I help them see its beauty. It isn't so much about whether or not they keep it "natural," but whatever they do with it that they like it, and that it isn't because Mom approves/disapproves. :)
My mom and Nana have been very influential in my beauty awareness. I remember watching them both as a little girl and thinking about how poised and beautiful they always looked. I used to love seeing them dress up and smell their perfume. Also, I love how comfortable they always seem in their skin even without make-up.
My mom used to have curly hair like me, but she colored it and straightened it so much that she lost her curls, so as a little girl my mother always told me how beautiful my natural hair was. She never straightened it or tried to tame my curls. She always made me proud of what I had. That has been a huge influence about how I feel about my hair. I love my curls, good days and bad days. They make me who I am, and it's always surprising when I hear people hate on their natural hair.
This totally hit home this morning, I was blowing out my hair and my daughter said "no mommy, I love your curls". I tell my son I love his curls all the time and she was right. Embrace my natural beauty is a lesson I must continue to pass down. However, being raised in the south - My grandmother and Mother were definitely once a a week Salon goers. What does that mean? My grandmother spent every Saturday morning getting her hair set in curls at the Salon for the week. This is old school for sure, but it was important to her and it made her feel good. Embracing your beauty is a very personal feeling and discusion. To each of us it is very unique and individual - I want to be sure that my family and friends all understand - we are all beautiful in our own ways. We need to celebrate each other and focus on the positive in this world.
My mum actually has naturally straight hear but she has always told me how she loves my natural curly hair. I have only recently embraced my curls though as my friends told me how cute I looked when my hair got wet in the rain and curled xDNow I always wear my hair curly not only for my mum and my friends, but also because I only just realised the damage I did to it straightening it every day...If I ever have a daughter, I would definitely try to convince her (if she gets my curly hair that is) that she should keep it curly because you are beautiful with your natural hair :) embrace it!!
My Mother influenced me to wear my natural curls knowing that many women desire curl and volume and have to pay high prices to achieve curls. I have always influenced my daughter in the same way. The both of us enjoy trying new styles together and have discovered that you can't go wrong by rockin your natural locks.
Unfortunately, I can't say that my mom has helped with my hair. She has always told me that I'm beautiful, which is wonderful, but spent years straightening my curls and left me with the impression that my hair was better straight. Turns out I'm the one pushing for natural hair love in my home, but I don't regret it. My mom has slowly started learning to love her natural hair as well, and maybe someday I'll be able to walk with her through her transitioning process. :)
my mother hated my curly hair. She would try to comb it as straight as she could and put it in pig tails when I was younger. Later she taught me to put my wet hair in big rollers to straighten it as much as possible. She would take me to the hair dresser and had no idea of how to cut it in a way suitable for tighter curls. I cried every time we came out of the hair salon. With all the negative emotion around my "difficult" hair I always just assumed I was ugly but had to do the best of a bad thing by trying to fix my hair the best I could. i have a daughter with Lovely long curls and thankfully I did learn to love mine after I moved away from my mothers house. Both my daughter and I are trying to learn what we can about treating our curls lovingly and respectfully.
My mom hated my hair when I was younger. I remember trying to go to school with my natural hair out and my mom would yell at me and pull it back into a ponytail. Eventually she forced me to get a relaxer. As I got older, things cooled down, and I big chopped just a little over a year ago. Hopefully when I have my daughter she'll love her hair as much as I love mine, and if she doesn't, I'll teach her to the best of my abilities. That's a mother's job right?
My Mum is gorgeous. Tanned skin, chocolate eyes and a smile that could melt the Arctic. We are oh so different people, while her hair is a pin straight utopia of caramel, I was given an unruly head of almost-black ringlets. I try to explain concepts such as 'co-washing' and 'plopping' but she just can't seem to fathom my alternate curly lifestyle. While she piles on the products I'm perfectly happy making do with a drop of coconut oil here and there, but we've both got an eye for that perfect red lippy. While our opinions differ considerably in the beauty department, we have an understanding of each others' needs and musts. I love my Mum for not letting me relax my gorgeous curls or bleach them beyond recognition. Although she may not fully understand my tresses, she knows how to find beauty in everything and that - 99% of the time - you don't need to do a thing to achieve it. We are different people, but its these differences that bring us closer, we learn from each other, help each other, and embrace each others' quirks and commodities.