For years I straightened my hair and wore makeup.
I forgot what my natural hair looked like.
On weekends, I’d wash my hair and let it dry it in its natural state.
It was such a nice feeling.
I would wait impatiently for summer because that’s when I could wear my hair natural..
Summer finally came, and I was over the moon.
But the weather is better now, and I couldn’t resist.
I straightened my hair, but I felt bad.
I didn’t feel like myself.
I decided not to straighten it again.
I no longer get the urge to straighten it.
And it doesn’t annoy me.
I choose to let my hair breathe.
I choose to be free.
People’s comments don’t affect me anymore.
I don’t care how they see me.
I choose freedom.
This is not my first struggle for freedom.
I also decided to stop wearing wakeup.
I don’t know why it was so hard for people to understand that my skin was suffering.
This was reason enough to give up that heavy layer of makeup on my face.