My Curly Evolution…

I can feel myself evolving… day by day, moment by moment.
I’m not the same person I was last week, last month or even six months ago.
I’m shifting, growing, changing like a river of memories.

One of the deepest truths I’ve discovered is this… I must honour my roots.
I must honour who I am and what I am, at my core.
To deny myself is to deny my own light.

My curly hair tells this story.
Most people didn’t even know it existed because I spent my life trying to hide it, to straighten it, to fit into a shape that wasn’t mine.

But life has its way of showing us the truth.
A recent head injury (or two) forced me to let my hair be its in its natural state.

Wild, free, untamed.
For the past couple of months, I couldn’t hide it.
And in that time, I felt a quiet awakening.
I can’t keep denying myself. I can’t keep bending into what I think I should be.

In my work, I guide others to honour their truth. And that woke something deep inside me.

That it’s also time for me to walk that path. To return to myself. To embrace my own essence.

So now, I wear my hair curly. I honour its twists and turns, its volume, its life.
And with that, I release the mask of judgment.
I released the pressure of how I should look, how I should be. I embrace myself as I am.
Natural, vibrant, unapologetic.
I release the weight of self-denial. I open my arms to authenticity, to truth, to freedom, to the fullness of who I am.

And every curl, every wave, becomes a quiet celebration of my evolution.

A gentle reminder to honour my roots and to step fully into my own radiant truth.

— Kristy Greenardi - Eclectic White Witch