Lifestyle: In Practice

There is something sacred about doing my hair. For years I fought my curls, straightened and burned them into silence. Now, every wash, mask, and diffuser pass feels like prayer—scrubbing away trauma, sealing in love, and watching my curls rise again. This ritual is more than routine; it’s devotion, survival, and a reclaiming of beauty once shamed. My hair is no longer something to tame—it’s a freedom I bless daily.

Living in NYC taught me that self-care isn’t a luxury—it’s survival. I don’t need a $300 spa day to feel whole. I need clean sheets, a lit candle, a locked phone, and time with my words. From bodega flowers to book bar nights, my rituals are small but mighty. Here’s how I sprinkle care into my week without breaking the bank—because softness isn’t about money, it’s about intention.