As I wrote this piece, I desperately tried to recall the first time I saw myself with braids. It’s foggy, but one stand-out memory was the moment I saw Brandy. Growing up in Minnesota (which you can imagine lacked diversity), I remember my heart being so full seeing a Black girl who looked just like me wearing a cool style. I begged my mom to find a braider so I could replicate her braided bob style—yes, complete with the burnt ends—to wear to school.
Source: Atelier Doré – The Atelier