I Love My Hair

I Love My Hair

I had thick hair as a child.
I hated how much it hurt when my mother washed, brushed, or braided it.
I could never wear it down like my sister, who had beautiful straight hair.
It upset me that my family pitied me.
“Why is her hair like that?”

One time at the beach, when I was 15 years old, a tourist stopped me and asked,
“How do you make your hair curly like that?”
“We pay a lot of money to make it curly.”
I was over the moon.
“See? People wish they had hair like yours,” my sister told me.

I’ve loved my hair ever since.
I’m very happy with it.
I don’t care if people say it looks messy or frizzy or that my sister’s hair is nicer.
Yes, my hair is messy and I like it that way.
Even my friends like my hair.
“Your hair has a character of its own. It makes you unique,” they say.
They call me “the curly girl.”

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