I used to braid my kinky hair in school.
It was a bit poofy at the top.
The girls at school would pull my hair and undo my braid.
My hair would get frizzy and I wouldn’t know how to tie it.
The teachers would yell at me to tie my hair.
The girls and boys would laugh at me.
There’s this girl that would always try to smooth it down with her hand.
“Why is it so poofy?” she’d ask.
“Your hair is so coarse. It’s ugly.”
I was traumatized as a kid, so I got my hair relaxed.
It’s been damaged ever since.
I hate that it’s curly.
I get it chemically straightened most of the time.
If they hadn’t made me insecure about my hair when I was young, I probably would’ve looked nice with it now, and I would’ve taken care of it.