Braids are not new. Black women have been wearing braids for a very long time.
I ended up living in braids. It was the '90s - thin braids were very popular - and my mom took me to a lady's kitchen. I got it done, and I've never stopped.
I had braids before. They were real long, and they were black, but my mom made me cut them for the McDonald's job. Then, when I got the job, everybody had long braids and colored hair.
I generally like to wear my hair down, preferably with soft curls. But when I'm having a bad hair day, I like to wear my hair in French braids or fishtail braids.
I love braids and messy plaits.
I love braids and just generally playing around with different hairstyles, especially for festivals and photoshoots.
It's not lost on me to have the ability to be wearing custom Dior or Gucci, with my box braids or my bantu knots. It's another opportunity to show that Black girls belong in these places and that what I naturally bring as a Black girl belongs as well.
I would never mess around with braids and curls and everything.
You ready? I have gold teeth, I have braids, I'm wearing Rick Owens moon boots, I have rips in my denim, a biker vest, I love artsy girls, my favourite artists are Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon. I'm obsessed with being different.
I get braids all the time. You can't tell me I'm acting black because I braid my hair. That makes no sense whatsoever.
My favorite festival beauty look is definitely braids and hats: a messy fishtail braid and a cute outfit, and I'm ready!
I miss my hair, but I feel like going out there with some fake braids wouldn't be right. I want to be the most genuine performer I can be.
I know I look like a piece of sausage to those lions. A sausage with braids.
A girl without braids is like a mountain without waterfalls.
And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.
What is crucial is the provision of opportunities for telling all the diverse stories, for interpreting membership as well as ethnicity, for making inescapable the braids of experience woven into the fabric of America's plurality.