If I had a dime for every time someone told me to straighten my hair I would be rich.
But if I had a dime for every time I told myself I needed to, then maybe I would be richer.
See, I never really liked my natural hair.
I didn’t know how to lay my edges.
I didn’t know how to make it curly,
But I did know that straight was in.
Straight was the girl I saw and thought,
“Wow she’s beautiful”
Curly was the girl I saw and thought,
“I wish I was born with good hair too.”
I didn’t think my hair was bad,
I just thought that it wasn’t pretty.
After all of the years of damaging my hair
I still remember celebrating the first time
that I got it relaxed..
It was the first time I was brainwashed into thinking natural wasn’t beautiful enough,
and I always thought to mys