MY CURLS!!!!

Growing up I was so torn.

I had a love hate relationship with my curls. To wake up wash my hair and walk out the door was such a great feeling but because I was so young I felt my wooly locks were unmanageable. Sunday nights were the worst, sitting between my moms legs after she washed my hair and the sense of coconut oil would fill the room while she would make what it felt like a million pony tails. So on my 12th birthday after much begging my mom folded and relaxed my hair. Oh boy, oh boy I couldnt stop combing my straighten hair. And not that straight hair is wrong but the loathe of my curls was the problem. I didnt appreciate what I was born with and the self hatred was evident. So later on down the road I wanted to switch it up and I wanted to wear my hair curly. I wanted to make a fashion statement and go back and forth between curly and straight. But unbeknownst to me my curls would never be the same and they were so stringy. I was so use to women stopping my mom in the street about how beautiful my curly locks were and now they were processed to these pieces of strand that I didnt recognized. I cried so hard but I thought what have I done! At that age you dont know the junk grows out. Well when it did I felt so empowered to embrace my curls again and I began to wear them bigger and wilder. In HS I had a class with a girl that we shared the same first name and people would said the one with the straight hair or curly hair and I would grin. Now as a woman my curls are apart of my sensuality and there is nothing more rewarding then someone getting loss in my tress of curls!