Love is the only way to describe the relationship I have with my hair.
It's my favorite part of me. The way it looks on a day to day basis will define the way I will see myself.
If it's a bad hair day, there is a big chance for me to hate the way I look.
I wouldn't even think about changing its texture or wishing to have another hairtype.
My hair is simply a representation of me, with the good and the flaws.
Everyone in my family have very thin straight hair. I always felt like an alien in my own circle but it doesn't mean that they weren't encouraging and supportive.
In school I was also lucky enough to have a group of friends with curly hair exclusively.
We were forming this tiny curly community which I believed helped each one of us to feel accepted, even though we respectively had different hair textures and skin tones.
Growing up I became more aware of the way I looked with my curls, and how people would react to it.
"Why don't you straighten your hair?" is a question I was asked quite often, a question I never understood.
I would never go to someone with straight hair and tell her to curl her hair just because I feel like it.
No one does that really, so why is the other way around happening?
I believe it tells a lot about the way curls are perceived - as something that isn't the norm, something that needs "fixing".