What up people?

My name is Morgan, and I will do my best not to sound dry, but we just met and I don’t really know you yet. I've been sitting in front of my computer all day trying to figure out a way to introduce myself. These types of things, (blogs, public exposure), make me nervous ya’ know. You never know how people will receive you, so be nice to me now.

This is me (Selfie)

Let’s start with the negative shall we, (Insert melancholy violin music here) I am a flawed individual. I get jealous, I dislike my body most of the time, I overuse commas, struggle to project myself a certain way- because I care what people think of me, I can be judgmental, stubborn, brutally honest, grudgey, and make up my own words. I could go on about my short comings (enough with the self-loathing), but then, you would think I was a depressed lonely fatty with a bad understanding of English grammar rules. On a lighter note, I am also very goofy, and not afraid to laugh at myself. My life’s not all bad; it’s not even mostly bad. I am 20 years old. I have a wonderful husband named Courtney; that works hard to love and provide for me so I can sit here and write a blog, and, a two year old son named Ayden, that keeps me humble and fills me with joy, but I will do my best not to rub my “perfect family” in your face.(sarcasm) 

My Courtney

My Boys
They give me life

I know you’re probably wondering how the blog came about, well here goes . . .


I am a black woman (obviously), that has had relaxed hair for over half of my life. Once my naturally thick and curly hair became too “tough & timely” to manage, (around 7 years old), my mother put a relaxer, (straight perm), on my hair. I hated getting relaxers, but from my limited understanding, relaxers were the key to me having “beautiful hair” and as a girl, I was taught that my beauty was largely defined by my hair. I never thought my hair was prettier with a relaxer, but I did buy into the hype that it was more manageable. I wore hair weaves often, but I always felt like I was wearing a hat; a hat that would be embarrassing if it flew off. I justified wearing hair weave by convincing myself that my hair could never look this glamorous naturally. It wasn't until I moved away from home and was able to make decisions without parental influence, that I was able to decide I wanted to go natural. My then boyfriend now husband already had dreadlocks so he was very supportive of my decision. On my 19th birthday, I asked Courtney (husband), to cut my hair down to an inch with clippers; I felt liberated! My family thought I was going crazy, 

and was sure my world was going to fall apart by taking this step. Seeing their reaction didn't hurt me, but it did motivate me, all of our hair was naturally curly yet they were so unwilling to see it in its’ natural state. That is when I decided to start a natural hair care blog.

Before BC (weavalicious)

After BC (wink)

GirlwithKinks was supposed to be a blog about natural kinky/curly/coily hair. I wanted to inspire women to see their natural hair for the beauty it possessed, by being an example of a stylish natural. In the past few weeks I have been re-evaluating my life, my religion, my health, and I felt like I could do more-for myself as well as others by sharing my personal moments in life, good or bad, which is why I wanted to establish GirlwithKinks as a life journal. I will be sharing all of me- with you, (lucky). Tomorrow I am going to share an important post so I hope you stay tuned.

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