My hair changed as I got older. It became frizzy and messy.
My mom always tied it back for me.
It made me cry because I wanted to let my hair down like other girls.
My mom started straightening my hair.
I didn’t like receiving comments and getting weird looks from my relatives.
“Why is your hair so messy?”
“Brush your hair.”
And other comments I still remember until this day.
I still tie my hair back even as a successful doctor.
I’m too shy to look at myself in the mirror.
Who could ever love me with this hair?
I sometimes like and take care of it.
But I still get comments on it even when it’s curly.
I like it curly.
I now see myself pretty.
But I always worry that no one will love and accept it the way I do.