My Braids Held More Than Hair

I spent three hours that Sunday learning Celtic knots, fingers cramping as I twisted sections around my temples. The tutorial made it look effortless—loop, weave, tighten. My reflection showed tangled attempts and growing frustration. I wasn't really learning to braid. I was learning to hold myself together after he left, finding something my hands could control when my heart couldn't. Each strand I wove was a day I survived, each knot a small victory against falling apart. The intricate pattern became my meditation, my proof that broken things could still be beautiful. Now when I see Celtic braids, I don't think of the technique. I think of the woman who needed something to hold onto, and how she found it in the weight of her own hair, twisted into something stronger than she felt. #Beauty #HairCare #beauty