I was standing in Turkey, minding my business, when a woman stopped me. She looked at me with curiosity and courage and asked how I define my curls. The interesting part? I was wearing a wig. But that didn’t matter. What she saw was possibility. What she felt was permission to ask. And I honored that. There was a slight language barrier between us, but something deeper bridged the gap. Understanding doesn’t always come from words—it comes from intention. And she was intention